At 7 her mother sent her to knock on my door not once but twice. A little girl with black hair and dark eyes was standing on my porch with her hands behind her swaying side to side asking me to come over to her house and see her mom. After a few beers I accepted the second time. I looked at her closely the second time. That night at her moms she sat on my knee and couldn’t stop rubbing my shoulders.

She and I developed