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wisdom. ¡°Samantha, you remind me of myself.¡±
I furrowed my brows, shocked at how such a strong and brave woman could see
herself in someone like me. ¡°S-seriously?¡±
¡°Seriously,¡± she said. ¡°I was a little younger than yourself when I met Tank. Twenty-
five, had just finished college, ready to find some plain ol¡¯ accountant to marry while
hoping to one day make a few dollars from my arts degree.¡±
Three months ago, I was expecting a ring on my finger from a software developer
who left me for a girl he met online.
¡°Then,¡± Evelyn breathed out a laugh. ¡°My roommate and I got into a fight over
something silly. One of us didn¡¯t do the dishes or something, I can¡¯t remember. But oh
boy.¡± She slapped her thighs. ¡°That night was something else. She said somethin¡¯ like,
¡®Evelyn, you¡¯re too boring to ever be an artist,¡¯ so long ago. Where has the time gone?¡±
Though engaged in anything the fascinating Evelyn said, my confusion for where the
confusion was heading began to show. Casually, I shifted my eyes to Isaac who had fallen
asleep. Right, I thought. I¡¯ll have to change his bandages again soon. Just looking at his
wounded body made me frown.
¡°So, I called her a bitch and went running out to the bar. Actually, it was long before
we owned it, but I went to the Tavern. And that¡¯s where I met Oliver¡¡±
My eyes widened and unconsciously I nodded while Evelyn looked over her shoulder
to smile at Tank. He wasn¡¯t smiling, but he looked pleasant while he admired his old lady.
Turning back to me, Evelyn said, ¡°He was nothing like the type of guy I imagined
myself with, but hey, he made me happy. Parents sure weren¡¯t pleased when I invited him
over for dinner, that¡¯s for sure. But hey, they got over it.¡± Her eyes focused into mine, as if
she got lost in her memories. ¡°Anyway, my point was, well. Oliver, tell Samantha why you
were in complete and utter awe by my personality.¡±
Tank rolled his eyes. ¡°Not laying it on a little thick, are you?¡±
¡°Saying facts, babe.¡±
He chuckled with his hand in his chin, appearing wistful. ¡°She¡¯s not wrong though. I¡¯d
spent my life in Mascid and talked to many women. None of them had anything that came
close to resembling Evie¡¯s wit and brains. Damn, I¡¯d never laughed so much with anyone,
