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girl feel special.
                After
analyzing her appearance and agonizing over a few gray hairs Lucille went back
to cleaning. She cleaned and cleaned and cleaned until there really wasn't
anything left to clean. When she go to that point she started to circle the
large fish tank she kept on a table in her living room. Maybe he wouldn't like
the slight smell of salt water and fish in the air, she thought to herself.
Maybe she should empty all of the water, clean the tank, then put new water in
with a fresh dose of the special kind of salt water that the pet store sold,
the kind they swore would make the smell of fish not envelope her entire place.
                But
before she started she shook her head and realized there was absolutely no
reason to clean the tank, absolutely none, she told herself. She was just being
silly and it needed to stop because she wasn't a silly girl, she was a
beautiful full grown woman. She needed to realize that Brent would get back to
her whe --
                Then
her computer chimed and she sprinted across her house back to throw herself in
her chair and start reading.
     
                Dearest
Lucille,
                I
would love to come to your place and watch such a piece of film. Although, I
must advise, if it gets to rough we should shut it off and duck out for a drink
or something like that. There isn't any need to stay shut up for the entire
night. If we did go to a bar in your neighborhood it would just be for a change
of scenery. I don't every drink more than one or two drinks so it wouldn't be
like we'd be getting wasted or anything. I guess you can if you want to but
that might be a little bit awkward considering.
                Also,
I was wondering about dinner. Should I make it and bring it over or do you want
to cook? Or if you'd rather order in, or go out and bring it back in, or just
go out then come back, I'm all right with all of those things as well.
                I've
got to run. Be well!
                And
let me know!
            B--
     
                Lucille's
heart started to thump against her ribcage like a bird trying to escape,
beating its wings against the bars of her ribs. He was going to come over. He
was actually going to come over! Without being able to stop herself Lucille
cranked up her favorite pop song and started dancing around her living room,
singing into a lint roller she'd purchased in preparation of having a canine
stay for the weekend. She was so lucky, and she knew it. Everything was working
out in a way that she could never have imagine. How lucky was she to have been
able to reconnect with Brent, and at the same time to have caught his eye. It
was one thing to have met him, but quite another that it looked like they would
be falling in love again.
                Again?
            Was she really going to call
what they had had between them as children as love? Lucille did, even though
she knew others would have scoffed at the label. How could two children know
anything about love? How could that be something that two so small and
innocent, naïve of the world and some of the horrible designs it had lay out in
destiny's sands for them. But it had been love and she knew that, and she
wasn't going to sell it short just to avoid imagined criticism. Who were people
to judge what they had had? Who was anyone in this world to judge what they
both had been through? Because even though Brent's family had absconded with
him to America, in the end, he had lost his father as well.
                She
wondered about his mother, what she was like and if she was bitter. But then
she thought of her own.
                “Lucille!”
her mother answered the phone. “How good to hear from you. How are you getting
along out there?”
                Her
mother had stayed on the east coast in New York. She'd found another