---- I turned to see my childhood friend, Karl Cameron. Since I left the mountains, we hadn't seen each other. Karl was an honest, humble guy. He was in his thirties and still unmarried, which was rare in the village. He looked shy whenever he saw me. "Don't you have work in the city?" I asked. "You come here every day to talk to me. Won't that delay you?" Karl waved his hand, a faint blush appearing on his face. "No, not at all." He looked at me, and the feelings he'd buried deep inside as a child surfaced again. He gathered his courage and asked, "Would you give me a chance to take care of you?" I froze, then lowered my head. "I'm still recovering." Karl hurried to assure me. "I have plenty of chickens at home. You'll have it right." His honest look made me smile through tears. "That's not what I meant." ---- He quickly handed mea tissue. "Don't cry." I took the tissue and wiped my eyes. "Thanks. I mean, I'm not divorced yet. I have a daughter, and I'm still recovering from a miscarriage. Given all that, do you still want me?"