So I was gone most evenings till around eight or nine if I didn't go to a girls house. Week or so went by I heard Abbie on the phone with one of her n...w friends from school. I can her them talking about me. "Really you think he is hot?" Abbie said! Well I guess I can see it. I can hear her laugh and giggle "no I wouldn't to that he is like my own brother!!" I could only imagine what they were talking about. The next day I started to notice that Abbie was walking around the house with a loose. In the abstraction. I’ve even attended a few weddings — friends, classmates, the like. It’s not like marriage was catching, a communicative disease or something.But for a personal command performance ... well, maybe someday. Like in twenty or thirty years. Why milk the cow when it’s in your pasture? If I’ve captured the sentiment accuration-wise.Froggy’s family and mine lived on the same street our whole lives. Trish’s too. Brewster, Attenborough, McGovern. BAM! I discovered the anachronism. His voice is perfect, calm but having an impatient undertone as he is greeted. He is courteous but not looking for any of the pleasantries which are so necessary in times like these. He wants me, needs to see me, breathe me in, ravish me and I want him to want this, to need this as well.I feel my beautiful boy’s eyes upon me. He is drinking in a vision of me. I hear his footfalls, his clumsy tread from hardwood to carpet… three strides… He is behind my chair. I admit to having to quiet my heart. He asks Abbie what is wrong, and she tearfully explains, “Tim, I can’t go anywhere without my makeup. I would feel so vulnerable if I did."Tim knows this is all in Abbie’s mind, but easily understands. Tim’s whole life, he has armored himself, putting on a fake face to the outside world. Tim holds Abbie and tells her to fix herself how she can and get dressed. After breakfast, he will ask Les to borrow her car again. Tim planned to ask Les today with the hopes of moving Abbie’s things here..