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The worst thing that can happen is they will say no, and I really doubt they will. I think they will see it as a little girl crush on a guy with a fire truck and as soon as you go on a date or two you will be over it and life goes on.” I followed Rachel’s advice and to my surprise, Dad spoke first saying, “I think Ray is a fine young man. Probably younger than exotic his chronological age and you should just go out with him and see how it goes. If you like him and he continues to show interest in you then just roll with it. If not simply but politely break it off and get on with your life. If you don’t at least test the waters, you will wonder for the rest of your japanese japan life if you made a mistake by worrying about your age difference. On the other hand, since women usually outlive men, you need asian to understand that he will probably leave you a fairly young widow sometime in the hopefully distant future.” Mom simply nodded her head in approval but suggested that it might be a good idea if we had him over for dinner and a chance for them to know him a bit better. The next day, being Saturday I scampered over to Ray’s garage where he was just getting the fire truck out in preparation to participate in a parade. I issued the invitation for dinner with our family that very evening. After a thoughtful hesitation he agreed saying he would be home in plenty of time to come over. Promptly at six that evening, Ray tapped on our back door and I let him in. He glanced around then gave me a quick kiss and followed me into the den where Dad was watching the evening news. Ray sat down while I went back to help Mom finish dinner. As we ate, Dad encouraged Ray to tell us more about him, where he was raised and how he came to be living next door to us. Ray obliged telling about where he was born and raised and how he became interested in antique cars. He and his late wife were married right out of high school and as most young newly-weds they had their share of struggles. Ray and his grandfather were co-owners of an independent auto repair shop. Actually, his grandfather owned the shop and Ray worked there for a partial ownership share with the plan he would take over the business when grandpa retired in five years. By then he would be self-sufficient. Ray still had his first car that Grandpa had given him and it was one of the antique cars he still mature owned. All was going well; the business was growing as Ray’s reputation for diagnosing and fixing vehicles other shops couldn’t repair bought them loyal customers and great referrals. Then, two things happened simultaneously. First, Grandpa had a major heart attack which proved to be fatal. Ray was able to keep the shop going but desperately needed help. Then one night as Katie, his wife, was coming home from a meeting at the hospital where she was attending a meeting for expectant mothers, a drunk driver ran a stop light and broadsided her car, killing her and the unborn baby instantly. At that point Ray bowed his head and tears began to slide down his cheeks. I jumped up and took him in my arms holding him closely while murmuring “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” It took a few moments for Ray to regain his composure. Dad, Mom and Rachel sat quietly until Ray looked up and said, “I’m sorry, I just haven’t shared how hard that hit me since I quit going to the support group a couple years ago. I thought I was past the raw hurt, but --- well, you can see.” Ray took a deep breath then told us about the law suit against the drunk driver, who incidentally was a very prosperous business man in another state. He wanted to avoid publicity so his lawyers and Ray’s lawyer negotiated a settlement which the terms included a non-disclosure agreement. But without revealing the amount, unless he got totally ridiculous with spending money, he had no reason to work again, except to do things he enjoyed doing. And in his case that meant collecting, showing and trading antique cars. So, he sold the repair business and looked for a place with some acreage so he could build a workshop and storage building to accommodate his business/hobby. “And that just about brings you up to date on your neighbor Ray,” he said in a quiet voice. “Just one more thing, I would like to have your permission to have Cathy accompany me on a few of my day long shows or parades. I’m not talking about overnighters, just day trips to see if she can tolerate my crazy little business and to see if she can put up with me as a person.” Dad spoke up immediately, “I don’t see any problem with that as long as you treat our daughter as if she were the princess, we think she, and incidentally her twin sister, are.” Ray said he had no problems living with those conditions and said that he totally agreed with Dad’s evaluation of his daughters. Thus, began a new era in my life. I accompanied Ray on several Saturday or Sunday, sometimes both outings and began to make friends with the people he interacted with in his hobby. Rachel began dating Kenny and before long they were accepted as a couple at school. After several months I noticed that Rachel would come home in a somewhat rumpled state with a big smile on her face. I know why they did it, why they killed themselves. I could tell from the acoustics that it was a moderately large room. 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