As she came in, my mind reeled. Is this true? Is this a scam? What is she after? I was ready to take responsibility for my actions and I have a very good lawyer to fend off any claims. I just needed to be patient and let her talk.
She was well-dressed, in shorts from a good store, a polo shirt, and Nikes. She was poised in her movements. She settled on my big sectional.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
She fixed with those ice-blue eyes, just like her mom, "Yes, thank you. That would be nice. Iced tea if you have it."
I got us both a glass and brought them in. I pulled a chair in front of where she sat, sipped my tea, put it down, and waited.
"I don't want money. Let me make that clear. I'm sorry to drop into your life like this. I've known for over a month, and I have twisted myse
