Twenty-four

This is the first time, in a long while, that I find it hard to get into a woman’s pants. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no Casanova but I didn’t have to work so much. She’s no saint either but the town is small and the rumors do reach my ears but somehow, she doesn’t see me. Is bad enough that I have to pretend it doesn’t affect me but for the longest time she has been engraved in my thoughts the second I saw her. It didn’t help that she was by baby sister best friend.

Her rare appearances at home most of the time were unannounced. Mostly bumping into her on her way out, stopping her for a few blessed seconds with silly question around the main topic of all our conversations; my sister’s health. Her sole companion knew the reality of the accident and was one of the only people Becky would confide everything. One or two times I drove her home, whenever her siblings were caught up and those times she was accompanied by my sister.

I can’t take out of my mind the time it start