She made the best of it by always encouraging us to follow our dreams. She was introduced us to cool new music, books and movies. She made it her goal... that her kids were not going to grow-up to be generic suburbanites like so many of the kids we went to school with. She wanted us to be individuals. She wanted us to have the life that she didn’t.The story officially begins in July of 1983. I had just gotten done mowing the Weisman’s lawn and cutting their bushes. For the most part their lawn and. In that split second I saw Rebecca, waving her finger and laughing at my foolishness. I barely had time to crush my guilt and listen to them both.Move on, you big oaf.So I did.It was that easy.The next morning, I was enjoying a few quiet minutes of solitude, lying in bed, my mind wandering. Andrew had driven to the local bakery for some Danish pastries to have with our leisurely morning coffee. Mmmmmm... I loved Sundays... When I ran my fingers over my hip, I felt a couple of slightly raised. Now, shut up and let the sales lady sell you a string of pearls.”Fifteen minutes later, we left the store with a string of real pearls hanging around Kerry’s neck. She was holding my hand tighter than she ever had.At dinner we both had steak and lobster. The food was delicious, but it did not compare to the look on Kerry’s face and in her eyes. It seemed like we never took our eyes off each other.As soon as we got home Kerry hustled to the bedroom. She seemed to be in a hurry to shed her. This was so strange; she couldn't remember either of them being soassertive before, Nicole thought. "Fine, when do you want to play?" "In two days," said Tasha. You should get used to playing in a dressbefore we play for real. Oh, since it will be an all female match, we'lluse women's rules." Nicole nodded. "Sounds fair." Why don't we play tomorrow morning?" suggested Tasha. "Okay, what time?" asked Nicole. "Let's play early, before it gets too crowded, say seven?" "Okay," replied Nicole,.