He sat on their porch, staring at me, drinking his beer at seven in the morning while I drank my coffee. Neither of us acknowledging the other, I gues... we both had our problems. I would often come home from work early, as the studio was only around the corner. Some days I didn’t have much on so I stayed home working in the garden. It was hot, digging and mulching in the summer heat. The house sitter would always be there on the porch, undressing me with his unwavering stare. In a way it was. ’ Ariel stood beside Gareth watching the older woman starting to sob silently. Her own tears started to fall. ‘Do you know their story?’ Gareth quietly asked Ariel. ‘I read a bit of my father’s diary. It seems that he truly loved her.’ Ariel replied wiping the tears of her cheeks. ‘Although your mom kept pushing him away, he loved her so much that he kept coming back. When your mother threatened to cut all ties did he finally agreed to be friends. But he still continued to love her. “I’m sorry, Mr. khan,” she said as Mr. khan closed the door behind her. “I didn’t mean to be offensive or rude during class. Shakespeare just isn’t my thing.”Mr. khan did not sit down. “You surprised me kavita. I didn’t think that I would catch you of all people readinga magazine behind your textbook. You did so well with Voltaire last semester, why not Shakespeare? It’s a much easier read, in my opinion.”“Candide was fun,” she replied with a grimace. “Midsummer’s Night Dream?—not so much.” She. It was not discovered until the spell pulled at it. Isabel giggles and says, You sure, I am pretty stuck on you. Now chuckling along with Isabel I say, I see your point, because I am stuck on you too. Remember the last time I saw you before, it must of been four years ago. I cast that light spell and told you it was your halo. I realized even then that I really liked you. Remember I said you were my Angel even then. Isabels sweet voice reminds me of an angel as she says, You know that spell did.