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shoulder like the wing of a mother hen. “Are you hungry? Have you eaten anything today?”
    “A chocolate whey protein shake with a Hershey bar blended in it for breakfast and five chocolate pudding cups before I got here.”
    “YEEEAAH! Birdie!” A guy's voice boomed louder than the football announcer on the big screen.
    I turned to see three random guys crowded around a video game that stood wedged in the corner between the dartboard and the pool table. It was Golden Tee .
    Kevin's favorite.
    He loved to rout his buddies on the golf course and on the electric greens of that video game.
    It still baffled me how grown men could get so wrapped up in video games. There should almost be a screening question prior to the first date—Bachelor #1, Which do you do more often: A. Play video games? Or B. Masturbate?
    Kevin played Golden Tee whenever we stopped at the neighborhood tavern, always trying to top his last score. He slept and breathed golf in any and every form he could find. Kevin's passion for the game was tangible—the very core of his being radiated the classic mystery of the fifteenth-century game.
    So beautiful.
    As I peeked over Kevin's shoulder, he spun from the screen to face me. “Did you see that shot, Annette?” He picked me up and twirled me in a kiss.
    As usual, Carter and Stan groaned in defeat, but they never stopped trying.
    “The next round is on you guys,” Kevin said.
    Stan went to the bar to order another round of Samuel Adams while Carter dug into his pocket for quarters to buy the next round of golf.
    I perched on a barstool near the drink rail and watched Kevin enter his initials in the electronic scoreboard. I poked my straw into the melting ice at the bottom of my glass, slurping the last of the watery remains.
    My eyes roved over his tan, lean frame. He turned from the machine and matched my gaze. Kevin walked over and stood between my knees, dotting my forehead and the tip of my nose with kisses. Kevin's lips moved over mine. His kiss blocked out everyone and everything around us. He whispered against my ear, “I love you, Princess.”
    “That's cranberry juice with a lime, right?” Heather said, dragging me back to reality.
    “Uh, yeah…” I pulled out of the fog. “…and light ice.”
    Will I ever be able to go places I've been with Kevin and not think about him?
    A weight of emotion pressed heavily on my chest. The sounds of people drinking, talking, and cheering the game, came as muffled vibrations in my head. I let my eyelids slide closed to block out the room.
    “Are you tired?” Heather set her hand lightly on my shoulder.
    “Yeah, I think so.” My tears began to brim.
    “Maybe it's too soon to go out,” Heather said.
    “Maybe a little.”

    does mapquest give life directions?
    Tuesday, October 30

    I jotted notes while Josh peered over my shoulder.
    “Thank you for all your information. You've been a great help,” I said into the phone before hanging up.
    The local contact for the HomeSchool Association of California seemed to be a nice lady. She explained how to file an R4 form with the Department of Education and suggested a list of resources for purchasing textbooks and study guides. There were so many decisions to make. But as a certified education junkie, I was pretty excited about the possibilities.
    I turned to the computer screen and went back to browsing the Irvine Valley College online catalogue. “I think I'll enroll us in a language class,” I said more to myself than to Josh.
    Josh sat on the floor at my feet. “Language? Don't you mean an English class?” he said.
    “No. I mean like ASL—an American Sign Language class. That would be fun. And I think it would be easier for you to start with that instead of a foreign language.”
    Josh looked at me like I'd just grown a third eye. “What good is learning sign language?”
    “I dunno. I guess I can always use it to yell at you in public so no one else will know what I'm saying.”
    “Yeah,