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She had a friend.

“What is the honest truth?” she wondered in her heart.  “Is this destined for oblivion, or does it have some promise?”  Cassy didn’t want to waste her time on a man that was non-committal, even if she enjoyed his company immensely, and she wasn’t sure that she enjoyed this one’s company.  And being a single mom with three kids, she needed a special guy that was able to be an immediate daddy, too.  One that could raise someone else’s’ kids.

Rodger sat across from her, waiting for the dinner to come.  He fidgeted some, didn’t talk much, and didn’t look at all like the confident, self assured male she that she knew she would like to have.

“My mother always said that looks aren’t everything.”   Cassy buoyed her sagging confidence.  Since he wasn’t a talker, she would have to lead.

“What do you do, Rodger?”

He made eye contact.  “I’m the web manager for DMAC College.  You?”

“I’m a med technologist at Mercy Hospital.”

“Sounds rewarding.”

“Some.  I just do my job; help people relax as we journey together down the path.”

“What do you mean by that?”  Rodger looked perplexed.

“What?  Journey together?”

“Yes.  He brightened.  “Yes, what do you mean by that?”

“I just mean that we’re going through it together," she answer with furrowed brow.

“I see.  I just wonder why you said it that way.”

“I don’t know.”

“Well,” he offered, “I just believe that words mean things, and that there was a reason that you said it that way.

“He isn’t such a bad talker when he gets warmed up,” Cassy thought.  “Now about that Daddy angle.  Let’s see.”

Then she spoke aloud,” Do you have any brothers and sisters, Rodger?”

“Yep, I have two brothers and one sister.  I’m the oldest,” he volunteered.  “Always had to be the responsible one.”

"I see," Cassy filed the information away.

“I have one sister named Allison.  She’s the oldest.  Most of the time, I wish I were more responsible. But being the second in line does allow for a little more ‘wiggle room’ and a little more irresponsibility.”

“I suppose so.   I don’t know much about birth order and things like that.  I can remember my own childhood, and that’s about it.”

The meal came.  Cassy ate demurely.  Then she wiped her lips with her napkin.  “What did you like most about you childhood, Rodger?”

“Well, don’t laugh, but I always liked being part of a family.  I loved my mom and dad and even my brothers and sisters, though we had trouble showing it at times.  My mom and dad were usually quite fair, and I liked the home that all of us built together.  I remember those times fondly.” He stared wistfully into the distance.


"Pass the salt, please," she broke up his reminiscing.  "Allison and I only had each other.  We did everything together.  Yes, family is a blessing.”  

“Well he’s definitely a much better finisher than a starter.”
She mused.  “Maybe he’ll be the one to support us.  I’ll have to watch him closely.  I’ll have to see how the rest of the night goes.”

“Is it good?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Your food,” he vaguely waved his fork in the direction of her plate.

“Why, yes . Very good. Very good,” she smiled.  The evening looked promising.  But would he want to commit to being husband and daddy to a whole new family?  "Patience," she coached herself.  "Waiting is the hardest part."

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