Her nail polish matched that green perfectly, and it told me enough so I judged her as adventurous. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing though. B...ut I was almost there, and they looked at me simultaneously. “Good evening,” I greeted them, lifting up my flute a little and smiling at them, “I don’t think I have seen you around here. Are you here for the first time? My name’s Clare.” I held out my hand to the man. If I’d had misgivings that they might consider me an intruder, I had been wrong.. " "And what's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher. "Don't put all your eggs in one basket!" "Very good," said the teacher.Next little Lucy raised a hand and said, "Our family are farmers, too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. We had a dozen eggs one time, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks and the moral to this story is, don't count your chickens until they're hatched." "That was a fine story Lucy. Johnny, do you have a story to share?" Yes, ma'am! My daddy told. He felt that he was sharing something very special, and Sarah should automatically know it. When he realized that she might not be able to read his mind, he broke the silence, "You are the first woman outside my family who has seen this part of my life."Sarah was touched; she had assumed she was the next in a long line. "I didn't realize." She looked around the room again, and didn't see the child anymore, but saw another part of Greg.They sat there in silence for a few more minutes until Greg. After only a few seconds, he started advancing towards me. I didn't back away. It didn't seem real that I was actually going to be having a fist fight.We both started throwing punches. It felt good to me to be engaged in something I could fight back against for a change. I savored the pain I felt from his punches landing on me, as well as the ones I managed to land back on him.It was Kyle who finally stepped back again, after a furious fifteen seconds of a wild swinging melee from the two of.