FIFTEEN

"Wow, Brenda I never would have guessed that about you." I just sat there while he looked at me. "Was he ever mean to you?"

"No, never. We were very much in love."

"Sounds like he is not ready to give up."

"Yeah, I think so, but I just need to try and stay away. I don't really know what else to do."

"If you need me to help you, I will." I smiled at him.

"You’re very sweet, but this is something I'm just going to have to do myself."

"It still early, would you like some breakfast? I'm actually a good cook."

"Sure, I could eat." I sat at the bar watching Dawson make potatoes, bacon, and eggs. He was talking about how much he actually likes to cook. I asked him why he didn't go to cooking school. He told me he was a high school dropout and how he is in the process of getting his life back on track. I was proud to hear that about him. Dawson seemed li