I never saw her shed a tear for him or the life they could have had.I'm the reason Dad and Mom met. Mom took me to the park one Saturday and we were t...hrowing a ball back and forth. There was a lot of laughing and running because I hadn't quite learned how to catch the ball or throw it straight. We were having a blast, both of us doing more chasing than catching.Dad had gone for a run and was resting for a while when I threw a particularly wild pitch to Mom. It went almost sideways and hit Dad. I watched her from behind. Red rubber boots. Drenched rain coat. Black jeans that didn't stretch, stretching in painful torture. We walked up some steps to her place. She unlocked the door and flipped on the lights.Her place was a disaster. Clothing everywhere, bowls, food wrappers, garbage. Who'd invite anyone to this dump? Where's the self-respect?There was no sign of her boyfriend."I thought you lived with some guy."She paused. "He's in Seattle visiting some of our friends."She turned her. " I nonchalantly yawned after about a minute of walking, and sat down on a nearby bench."Me too." Daisy replied. "Feel lucky that you didn't have to get up early for church. If God was really all-loving, you think he would show us nighthawks some love and make a commandment to hold mass later in the day."I chuckled. "Nice." I felt out a fist, which she bumped, even though she was rolling her eyes while doing so. "Well, take comfort in the fact that I spent my Sunday morning in bed, doing. “Well,” said the old man, “I can give you the best advice that I was given as a young’un.”“Get a piece of string, a Hapenny and some sticky tape. Stick it to the left side of your body with the coin level with your hip bone. Then every night for half an hour stand and hit the coin with your hipbone flicking your hip sideways. Come back next week and I tell you what to do next.”So off the young lad went and every night he practiced,’Hapenny, Hapenny, Hapenny’ in his mind. The next week he went.