I could not believe my eyes! It was Rick Houston my childhood friend. Rick and I grew up together, well, we went to school together. Rick was a really fun guy to be around. He was always coming up with the funniest tricks. My dad said that he was only picking on me and that I needed to stand up to him, but Dad didn't really understand our relationship. Of course, I didn't exactly understand all the tricks that Rick played; like the time I ended up in only my underwear in the school parking lot and had to walk home. That one didn't seem too funny.

Rick played football. I went to the games. Rick played baseball. I went to all the games. Rick did everything and I was always there with him or at least watching him. All the girls would come up to me and ask me for his number all the time.

Those were great days. I never thought I'd see Rick again. He went to college on a couple of different athletic scholarships and we sort of lost touch. Rick was always a real lady's man. I'd say that he dated ten times more than I did, but ten times zero is still zero.

Speaking of girls, there are two delightful goddesses who work at the cafe I frequent. True and Genev. True is kind of a nice looking gal. She has a strange name like I do. But Genev! Wow Genev. Genev is Laura, she is Beatrice, she is Helen. Genev is the mold from which Venus was copied.

But enough of Genev. I've never heard her speak. In fact, I've only heard True speak once and that was when some guy spilled coffee on his lap. I think his name was Sedrick.

Moving in has been incredible. At first, Rick was pretty hot about the flower thing. You see, I sorta trampled his prize winning flower or something; I never really thought of Rick as the flower kind of guy. But after he cooled down, he started helping me out. I've never lived on my own before. Rick doesn't mind coming over to help me get stuff installed or set up. Of course, he always calls me "Nappy" and makes fun of my books. He says I need more self help books and that my early Renaissance collection is passe. I hate it when he calls me "Nappy" and even though Rick is a school teacher, he doesn't seem to realize that my books are rather rare and many of my manuscripts range from medieval through the Victorian era. That's fairly typical though. Most people know the word Renaissance, but they've no idea what it means nor how to spell it.

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