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                  “Hey googly eyes.  Are you paying any attention to me?” Mr. Lambert snapped his fingers in front of my face.
                  “Yeah, yeah, sorry.  No, no, sorry, I’m not.”  I finally admitted.
                  “Oh good grief boy.  Get your mind outta them windows and off of that girl and on the task at hand.  Oh nevermind.  Get outta here.  Ain’t you supposed to be paintin’ or mowin’ grass or somethin’?” He pushed me out of the way and went back to mixing pool chemicals.
                  Crap, I still had to mow the grass.
                  I walked to the garage still in a daze.  She said yes.  She said it instantly.  I didn’t have to text her for a week or buy her things until she relented.  And to a zombie movie no less.  A girl who liked zombie movies?  She had my heart already.
                  I opened the storage building and started up the zero-turn lawn mower.  Mowing the grass wasn’t a chore when you had one of those things.  I drove it out and started on the back yard.  I had made about four passes around in a square when I saw Corinne waving her arms.  I rode over to her and I thought she needed something or was going somewhere.  I was wrong.
                  As soon as I stopped she hopped onto the front of the lawnmower and patted one of my legs.
                  “Go!” She screamed over the roaring engine.  I laughed at her and then did her bidding.  She squealed and grabbed onto my legs when I turned.  And after we finished the backyard I stopped and let her off per her request and I moved onto the front yard.  Mr. Lambert had finished the pool and shook his head at me before he got back into his truck and drove off. 
                  Nosy old man.
                  I finished the front yard and drove the lawnmower back into its home.  I decided to do the trimming and blowing off the sidewalk and the driveway in the morning.  Corinne sat on the back steps with two bottles of water in her hands and the biggest brightest smile I had seen on her yet.
                  “What’s that smile for beautiful?” Beautiful?  Since when do I call her that?
                  “This smile,” she pointed to her own face, “is because I’ve never ridden on a lawnmower.  That was so fun!”  She handed me one of the bottles, unscrewing the cap first.
                  “Well, if I’d known you were going to get that big of a kick out of it, I would have let you drive it too.” I sat next to her, closer than I’d intended but not nearly close enough. 
                  “Holy crap, I’d probably wreck it.  But that was seriously a blast.  And you said there’s not much to do around here.”  She play slapped me in the leg.
                  “I had no idea that you’d get all giddy about something that most people consider a chore.” I chuckled at her. 
                  She stared at the pool. “How long before we can swim?” She asked.
                  “Oh, I think he said it has to sit for twenty four hours.  So, tomorrow about this time.”  Suddenly I had a picture of Corinne and her long sand colored waves touching her bare back as she dove into the pool.  I had a front seat reserved in hell, because for a split second I was with her in the water and we weren’t swimming.
                  I cleared my throat and intended to go home for the evening. 
                  “Hey, I, um, I cooked dinner.  So if you want to, you can stay.  I mean you don’t have to, just if you want to, ah hell, nevermind.”   She smiled and covered her face with her hands as if she wasn’t the kind of girl that could get a guy to stay for dinner.  From out of nowhere I