Time of Grace
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Chapter four. I met Grace back in May. In the dairy dream, I saw a body will, often sitting with a pretty girl, sauntered over and got an introduction. I knew fast that she was smart and funny, but it was another part of my anatomy that really noticed her. I thought she was gorgeous. Will, who had scores of girls chasing him and even more than he chased, was clearly not chasing her. He was flirting with every girl around, and she left as he did it, picking out possible choices for him. She wasn't chasing him, either. No Sparks were flying. They even attended the same church. Later, I plan to get her information from will and maybe hook up with her. But I was about to graduate from high school and to their A grade to prom, graduation, summer college, other girls and a 1,000,000 other things on my mind. Right then. I did think of her when I went by the dairy dream, but I never seem to be thinking of her when will was available, which at that time was less than normal. As he scrambled doing the same things, I pretty much dismissed her I mean, I liked girls sports all the normal things, But the very idea of college and growing up was so new that it kind of eclipsed everything else. I was excited about going to college. June came the for sale sign. Went up next door in July. Yep, you guessed it. The neighbors moved in and you know who it waas? Serendipitous man. God has a wicked sense of humor. Mom came back after meeting the neighbors, made their boxes and creates into full of gossip. My mom was fast like that. She had taken cookies over and brought back their entire life story. See new things about people before they knew them, scarfing cornflakes while reading the sports section, I ignored most of her gossip. The cups had lost to the Redlegs 6 to 8 a few weeks later, and I wouldn't have heard a word, she said. When Mickey Mantle hit his Number 200 she said something about a girl and about parents who are very intense and not very friendly. A girl your age, she was saying mild interest. I ate the last cornflake pretty blunt. When Mom said pretty, it always turned out to be a description of a real bovine. Her name is Grace, she continued. Isn't that a pretty name? Grace? I was on my feet. The person might have been any blonde named Grace was pretty, but I knew this grace was the same. So I charged out of my car washing duds and combed my hair while humming. Oh, this is all shook up. Don't think my mom didn't notice. She was smirking and snapped me with a kitchen. Tell us. I darted out the door. I was out and across my back lawn and into the front like lightning. There was Grace carrying a box wearing pedal pushers and a floppy big shirt, and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She looked even. Then out of place is best to understand how ill fitted she was. If you think of a movie black and white with a character who is in color, she just didn't fit Small world, huh? I asked mentally, kicking myself for saying such a stupid thing. I was not that smooth with girls is a huge world. Actually, she handed me the box and got another one to carry, motioning me to follow now. That was how she waas. It wasn't that she wanted someone to do her work for her or expected it, but she would have grabbed a box that had been she in my place. It's just didn't done on her not to hand me a box to carry. But why do you think it is small? Well, you're moving in and that makes it small. We met in May. We did at the dairy dream you were with Will left. And he's my best friend. He goes to my church. Small world. Yeah. Do you say we met? I was there with Will in May. Are you sure? Yep. You had a glass of tea and not a soda. I could have described more, but I already felt my face burning. She didn't remember me. I decided girls were devils. One minute they made a boy feel 10 feet tall, warm and wonderful. And in the next they made a boy feel like a dope. How odd. T In May, we set the boxes down in her room. I sat on her unmade bed feeling pretty stupid and wondering how I would avoid her the rest of my life. Thanks, David. No problem. I stared at the floor than my hands, then the ceiling as she arranged some items and I wondered how to vanish. Then it hit me. You know my name Well, yes, I dio, But you have no memory of me. So how do you know my name? Maybe your mother told me, right? Okay, now I felt a lot more stupid. Well, I did meet you. Sorry. You don't remember me? I don't think I remember a thing. And I certainly don't remember that ugly red and white checkered shirt you were wearing that day really does nothing for you. That was the first time I saw a mischievous grin and heard her unloosed peals of laughter. But it wasn't the last I left with her, mostly in relief that I had made a total fool of myself. How many more boxes? 30 baby. She, Grint and I knew it would take a while to be able to read whether she was teasing or being serious. But I did learn and quickly so that I was not at her mercy. But that was how we spent the first day of our friendship. It was immediate comfort after that and no effort, companionship,