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    “We talked and decided we needed to be here for you. It’s a big day.” Aaron opened his arms, and I slid into the cuddle-spot where I fit exactly right.
    “Really?” I smiled up at him, admiring his kind and noble features.
    Opal and Lily walked to the boot section of the store to give us some space.
    I looked into Aaron’s eyes. When would I learn he wasn’t like the mother who abandoned my father and me? Aaron hadn’t let me down before. How could I think he wouldn’t be there for me now?
    “Oh, Aaron, boys, this means so much to me.” I gathered them into my arms for a big group hug. But not for long.
    Timmy struggled free and went skipping down the aisle, clapping and flapping and singing “Born to be Wild.”
    “Where’d he learn that?” I looked up at Aaron with raised eyebrows.
    Daniel chased after Timmy.
    “We sang it in the car on the way over.” Aaron gave me a shy grin.
    “Oh yeah?” I nudged him. “You think I’m wild, do you?”
    “Just a little.” He held his hands wide apart like a fisherman showing me the size of a big trout he’d just caught.
    I gave him a kiss on the cheek. “So, Patrick, you think Mom can ride after all, huh?” I tousled my moody son’s hair.
    “I guess.” He shrugged. “As long as you take me with you, sometimes. And teach me to ride.”
    “Deal.” I laughed.
    “Which bike are you going to buy, Mom? I like this one.” Daniel pointed to a lustrous grape-colored trike. He pulled Timmy behind him by the sleeve of his jacket. Timmy, overwhelmed with the colors and the hum of the lights, flapped even harder.
    “That one costs a lot more money than I have. I’m going to go with the white one over there. Well, that is, if Reba can get me a good deal on it.”
    “Oh, really?” Aaron walked to the white Sportster and ran his hand over the fender. “It looks OK, I guess. Are you sure it’s what you want?”
    “Well, it’s the only thing I can see in the shop in my price range,” I said. “And it fits me.”
    “Where’s Reba now?” Aaron looked around the dealership.
    “She’s in the office with Rocky, the sales guy. They’re working on a deal or something. I dunno. I sort of ripped my pants and didn’t pay much attention.”
    Aaron threw his head back, laughed, and hugged me close. He knew how much I struggled with my weight. But he always assured me my size didn’t matter to him. I felt perfectly safe in his arms. Safe enough to tell him how embarrassed I was and know he would “get it.”
    Aaron kissed the top of my forehead. “Let me go find Reba, and you and the boys go try on some boots.”
    The boys and I walked over to the boot section.
    Lily stood admiring herself in the mirror.
    Opal struggled to lace a pair that looked adorable on her.
    “I had a boyfriend once who rode a motorsickle .”
    “You had a boyfriend, Opal? Back when there were dinosaurs?”
    Opal looked up from lacing her size six boots and scowled at me. I never understood why such an attractive woman never married.
    “Yes, Kirsten, back in the dinosaur days, my father made me promise not to ride on my boyfriend’s motorsickle and never speak with him. Boys who rode motorsickles were greasers, you know. He rode the sweetest looking Triumph.”
    “Why, Opal.” Lily took a break from admiring her boots to holler. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re downright wistful about that motorcycle.”
    “Greasers?” I asked.
    My sons were admiring the boot display on the wall.
    Timmy had already picked a pair he liked.
    “Bad boys.” Opal finally stood up to test her laced-up boots. “I do declare, Kirsten, I like these. I might just get these and wear them to motorsickle class.”
    “I think you should, Opal. It’s time you lived a little.” Lily patted her on the back.
    Opal sighed. “I’ve just always been afraid of my shadow, you know? Still am. Oh, I shouldn’t have come.” She unlaced the boots.
    Lily stopped her. “Oh, yes you should