Since she sat near thefront and boys always sit at the back, I take a seat just in front of themiddle. The bus stop is almost the end of the line and ...the rest of theseats are empty.I brought a small notebook to make notes so later we can chat and I cancatch you up. Best friends like you and me sweet diary need each otherfor our heart-to-heart discussions. I am so excited that I may forget asnew experiences fill my tiny brain.I did not have too much to say because it was an unsurprising morning. We started making small talk, I asked her about school, she said she was freshman at the community college and that she was trying to figure out what she want to do for a career. She asked me why I didn’t have a wife or a woman living with me and I told her I just got out of a long relationship and was just dating at present. She said her mom and her thought I was fine and her mom had thought about asking over for dinner. I told her I thought her and her mom were very fine women, she blushed. Past that, there are boxes of stuff, and some things just sitting on the porch, awaiting their fate. I know that sounds dramatic, but that’s exactly what’s happening. These things are for the auction~ nameless possessions that no one claims and that no one is interested in. Junk that means nothing to anyone. Yet it is all bittersweet. I head upstairs to find my mom and my aunt going through a closet. An old hat box had become the home to paper dolls, patterns, material, spools of thread, and an. . Brian can you come in please?”Brian had a wide grin on his face as he pushed past me into the room. I moved out into the reps room but Miss Ferguson’s voice stopped me.“No Toni stay here. As I say it’s time, as a married woman, you learned how this office works. Brian here witnessed your marriage on Saturday.”Brian smiled at me as I retuned, a bit curious, a bit frightened to my office chair. I was suspicious but not certain of what was to happen. A few people has seen me shafted but this was.