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knees still shook a little as I walked out into the bright lights in front of the cheering crowd.
                But that was over 24 hours away. What I needed to concentrate on right away was Abigail. I pulled her book out of the bag I had carried in to work that morning and opened the front cover.
                What Women Know that Men Should Learn , the title blared. Abigail’s name was just underneath in bold print. Just as I flipped to chapter one, my desk phone trilled. I hadn’t planned on reading the entire book at work. I just wanted to get a small taste before my conference call with corporate about some new procedures on the equipment. As the phone beeped again by my hand, I sighed. I wasn’t even going to get in one chapter.
                I picked up the phone, expecting the voice of my boss, the secretary up front, one of the sales people, or any of the other work-related individuals that might call. What I heard was a quiet female voice I didn’t recognize.
                “Jared?”
                “Yes?” I said, sitting up a little straighter my chair.
                “It’s Chloe…Chloe Marriet. From the accident?”
                “Yes, Chloe, of course! What can I do for you?” I asked, picturing her standing in her tiny kitchen clutching the phone to her ear.
                “I hope it’s okay that I called you at work. I just talked to Bill at the garage.”
                “It’s totally fine, don’t worry about it,” I said, reassuring her.
                “Anyways, I just called to thank you for what you did with my car. That was completely unnecessary…but thank you,” she said, rushing through her sentence.
                “It was the least I could do,” I said. “After I hit you, I felt like I killed it.”
                Chloe laughed softly on the other end of the line. “Yeah, I guess you kind of did. It was a long time coming, though.”
                “How long have you had that thing?” I asked, enjoying the conversation.
                “High school,” she said.
                “High school? Are you kidding me?”
                “No joke,” she said. “I saved my money for all four years before I bought it. It was barely used at the time. Now…well, it’s a little more used.”
                “You could say that,” I answered. “How many miles are on it?”
                “Oh, well over 200,000,” she sighed. “I plan to replace it someday, it’s just that, well…life gets in the way.”
                “I understand,” I said, thinking about my dad. Things had a tendency to take over and distract people from their goals.
                “Anyway,” Chloe continued, “I plan to pay you back for the repairs. I’ll need a little time, but I’ll get it to you as soon as I can.”
                “Chloe!” I said, nearly standing up from my chair, “Don’t you dare! I did that because I wanted to not because I expected you to pay me back.”
                “I know that,” she said and I imagined her long dark braid swinging behind her back as she talked. “And it’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I just don’t feel right about it.”
                “What’s there to feel right about?” I asked, wondering why no one had ever done anything nice for her before.
                “I just…I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness. I really need this car to get to work and pick up my son. I’ll pay you back. I promise.”
                “There’s really no need,” I said, beginning to relax. I was still hoping I could talk her into accepting the repairs as a gift.
                “I’ll let you know when I have the money,” she said as I realized there was no swaying