I remembered seeing his lip when we met in the apartment that first day and I recalled it clear as day. I realized I was on the inside, I was under his wire at that moment. In his recollection it was something in the eyes but I don’t recall that. It probably was, I just don’t recall it.

I remember feeling girly and tossing my hair to show him my neck. I remember feeling possessive and predatory, that is I did not want him to get away, get out of my sight or have anyone but me talking to him about anything for any reason.

I don’t care how it sounds. I wanted the thing. I wanted to make the sale before anyone else caught on to who was in the room and once I saw his lip, I knew we were married.

He knew too and I knew he knew so really it was a matter of shock because 3 minutes earlier I was on my way home from work, waitress uniform pockets stuffed with coins and wadded up bills.

Yeah, I could have walked into my apartment, by then I’d have been emptying my pockets, dumping the money on the table but instead I was sitting in my neighbor’s apartment and going to marry this guy with the good name.

To be continued.