Becoming Us Part 4

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So, the next morning he set off to meet with her at her house. Getting the address had not been an easy feat. It took him begging and pleading one of their old school friends, Lily and bribing her of course. He knew he’d regret promising to do anything she wanted no questions asked when the time came. But he had Laura’s address and according to Lily’s information, Laura would be at work now leaving him to talk with miss Karen alone for a while. An hour and a half later, he was parked at the house which must belong to Laura because it was definitely giving off her vibes. It was a two-storey house with a nicely mowed lawn with beautiful flowers lining the sides of the walkway. It had a porch with a swing and a rocking chair. There were a few other ‘normal’ seats available. He liked the house. It was pretty and had a home vibe.

He had been parked outside for the house for a good thirty minutes. She had already been informed of his arrival. She’d been waiting for him. She heard him pull up to the house and waited for the doorbell to chime after a few minutes but she heard nothing. It prompted her to check out what was going on and she saw him hunched over the steering wheel. She let him be for a while after all meeting the woman whose daughter you hurt badly was a daunting task for any man even a pro-athlete. After ten minutes, she got sick and tired of waiting for him to man up and come and so she did the logical thing. She walked out of the house and knocked on his window. That actually startled him and made her chuckle.

“Come in” she instructed and then she strolled back to the house.

It was time and he prayed to God that everything works out. He barely knew what he was going to say to get back in her good graces.

“Lord, please don’t let me put my foot in my mouth” he prayed.

 

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