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"Oh GOD,
Let all lovers be content,
Give them happy endings.
Let their lives be celebrations,
Let their hearts dance in the fire of your LOVE."
Rumi

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Whooaaa!!! Talk about timing!!! Mad props to you!!

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Jerome burst through the front door and paid no heed as his mother grilled him with questions. Where were you? You're an hour late from school, you weren't hanging out with those Williams boys again were you? Why did I buy you a cellphone if you're never going to call your own mother? Why aren't you wearing your glasses? He grumbled something inaudible and stomped up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

Janice French didn't press on. Her son was at that rebellious and resentful age and didn't need further fuel to pull away. After all, with no husband in her life and her her eldest son fighting overseas, her 14-year-old was now the only man in her life. As much as she lamented that fact, she didn't want to lose him, too. Staring out the window into the towering brick housing project next to theirs, she continued straining vegetables in the sink. It was in vain that she tried to squeeze the faucet handles tightly shut, as the cursed thing had decided to drip and drip and drip and drip for the last 4 months.

But tonight she was expecting a plumber to come, and her preparations were nearly complete. She just had to get dinner out of the way first. Darrell Webb was not the most handsome man in the world, with his protruding gut and yellow smile, but he had a very attractive quality to the Janice Frenches of the neighborhood: He was dependable. Perhaps more importantly: He was single. Janice worked from 6 to 2 everyday in the metal factory to support herself and her child and couldn't bring herself to stop visiting her mother at the nursing home on weekends--even if her mother could hardly recognize her anymore; She had no time to meet men. This was an opportunity that she would not let go.

But at 36, she felt that the time for dating had almost passed. This feeling had more to do with what she saw in the mirror than her age, however. Though she had used all of her best cosmetics and tricks to hide her flaws and may have passed for 29, she had not felt attractive ever since the second father of her child abandoned her with her two children 14 years ago. Her rouge lipstick and meticulously applied eyeshadow could only hide so much self-doubt. In spite of her best efforts to hide that self-doubt, her excessively low-cut blouse revealed it all over again.

Dinner was held in relative silence, per usual. Jerome wore his glasses for no other reason than to give his mother one less thing to bother him about, but the other questions persisted. In truth, Janice herself was hardly interested in this Q and A--but mostly Q--session as the drip drip drip of the faucet made her envision the impending encounter with Darrell Webb. Per usual, Jerome launched away from the table without so much as a thank-you and retreated to his room, and Janice was left to clean up the mess, alone.

Just as she'd planned as she watched the clock, it was while she was bent far over the kitchen table wiping it with a wet rag that Darrell pounded on the door. She called out over her shoulder, "Come on in, the door's unlocked!" And she heard him try to pull open the door unsussessfully. She turned and looked more closely and saw that she'd forgotten to unlock the door. Flustered and embarassed, she stood up and went to the door, unlocking and opening it to the smirking plumber. He squeezed by her, not even taking a moment to inhale, the spritz of perfume on her chest going unnoticed, and set to work immediately.

Drip, drip. The etnirity of his visit was awkward and uneventful. She tried to lean against the table in a sexy manner, but the entire table shifted and she nearly fell. Darrell didn't even turn around at this. She made--what she thought was--a very triumphant declaration that it was so difficult not having a man around and how much she needed and appreciated the help. Darrell grunted in reply.

Drip. When Janice gathered enough courage to bend over him and feign interest in his work, he finally responded, "Do you mind? It's been a long day and I just want to go home." She fell back in a nearby chair and waited, feeling too defeated to try her luck any further.

Fantastic shot, have a great focus, good details and nice angle of view.

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