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times when I would drive around at lunch time and spend the entire hour crying.  If she knew, she would ask me to talk to her dad and sue the company. 
    She doesn’t understand how things really work . In the end, the working class loses so what’s the point of wasting time and money suing them?
     
    Mark
    I don’t know if it was the combination of coffee and aspirin , but before I knew it, I was asking Sofia out. Well, I was asking her to a movie not on a date or anything.  But going to the movies together means we are spending more time together, so that’s all that I care about.
    By the time I get home , I am feeling like a kid in the candy store.  I walk in the bedroom, throw my clothes in the hamper, then make my way into the shower with Sofia still fresh on my mind.  If I don’t stop thinking about her, no amount of cold water is going to help me cool down. I stay under the running cold water until my very bones are close to frozen, yet I can feel my body burning from wanting her so much.
    As I dress in fresh clothes , I check the clock just to make sure I’m not running late.  I wonder if I should check what movies are playing this weekend; not that it would matter.  She can pick a girly movie if that’s what she wants.  I just want to have her next to me—in the dark. Maybe that will give me the much needed courage to finally tell her how I feel.
    I pick up my ipad and log on to check my emails.  I delete the boatload of spam I get every day, scroll down , and notice between the regular email there’s one title URGENT.  Most of my friends don’t bother emailing me and any jobs I get, go directly to my phone.  I force myself to open it and immediately I recognize the sender: Joe Forester.  
    After my grandpa passed away, my grandma decided to change the deed to the house in my name.  The house is an old Victorian with a wrap around porch, large windows, and beautiful crown molding throughout the entire place. 
    The interior was old , but nothing a little love and elbow grease couldn’t fix.  There were so many loving memories in that place. I couldn’t even begin to imagine selling it to some stranger, no matter what amount of money they were willing to pay for it.
    As an architect , I appreciate the beauty of it, and I wasn’t the only one.   Over the years, this Joe Forester has tried to get in contact with me. I actually got to meet him face to face once.  It wasn’t because I agreed to meet him, but he kind of surprised me while I was having lunch with my grandma.  I can tell you he is very good at bullshitting people and almost had my grandma convinced that we would all be better off selling the “money pit.” 
    It took a lot from me not to jump out of my chair and beat the shit out of him right there in the restaurant.  He somehow thought that if he had a word with my grandma she would make the decision to sell all on her own.  Little did he know , the house was already in my name.  I haven’t heard from him in a while, so it was kind of a shock to see his email. 
    For the past year , I spent most of my savings renovating the bathrooms, painting the whole place, and putting in a new water heater.  The only room I didn’t touch was the kitchen.  For whatever reason, that was the one place I could not get myself to change.  I’m not sure why.  Maybe it was because of all the memories it held, but I just couldn’t do it.
    I decided to ignore his email for now, answered some other ones , and looked over my schedule for the following week.  As a contractor, I had the luxury to make my own hours and decide what jobs to take, but that only meant less money in the bank.  Since the next two weeks were going to be crazy busy, I decided to really enjoy today with Sofia and make it extra special. After all, I didn’t know when I would have the chance to spend time alone with her.

Chapter 4.
     
    Sofia
    “I’m home,” Mona yells from the doorway.  Her face is flushed