“Hello, Dan, mind if I sit?”A silver-haired woman hovered next to me, holding a couple of shopping bags. Although she had changed much, the voice ...as unmistakable, as were those clear blue eyes.“Of course,” I replied civilly, “it’s a free country, Mrs Evans.”“I’m Connie, Dan, please?”“Sure, Connie, please forgive an irascible old man.”“A gentleman, Dan, not yet that old,” she smiled beautifully. She always was beautiful, I remembered.Connie sat next to me, depositing her bags on the floor by. I only had one true friend as I was growing up for years we did everything together except in school. We are the same age but he was born later in the year so was not allowed to start the same time I was. In school I was always an outcast usually the brunt of any joke that was played even some of the teachers would join in on the jokes against me. It made me hate school, and to this day I still do but I did not let them take from me my desire to learn. When ever I was at school I told my friend. ” Stop.I stood up, letting my towel neglect its duties, puddling at my feet. Still gripping firmly, I led the lad back inside, back to our bed. Both lamps were on.“Winter.”“Shh.”I pushed him softly down; he was lying face-up, staring at me. In awe. As was appropriate. Well, maybe not appropriate.I eased my hands, palms up, under his butt. Then cupped his thighs and slid upwards to the back of his knees. Gently, so gently, I pushed his upper legs toward his chest. Walker continued to stare at. “We were happy you were okay. We are elated you apparently found a purpose in your life.” He removed his finger from under his son’s chin and grabbed both of his son’s shoulders. “I, for one, am happy not only about your new addiction to physical fitness,” he smiled to show the mirth behind the meaning, “but also in your interest in expanding your intellect. I swear I was almost as happy about your daily visits to the library, and taking your sister with you; than I was about your working out,.