Patrick’s Day party to cheer Maureen up. Then I arranged for a “sleepover” where my oldest daughter would watch Maureen’s k**s at my house. Bu...t I had another reason for arranging this special evening together. I had decided to just risk everything and tell Maureen how I felt about her. We went out to dinner and returned to her large luxury home. She joked “not bad for a girl who grew up in a small brick house in an Irish farm town of 100 people”. This tells you how far beautiful green eyes, red. She sneered at me in playful annoyance for failing to match her level of excitement.I sat up and stretched, taking in more of the backyard view. A hammock was gently swaying in the breeze, the garden was gleaming in the morning sun, and a strip of calm blue sea was visible just above the backyard fence.I squinted my eyes, noticing the missing lock on the beach-access gate. "Hey, where's the—," I was suddenly interrupted by the sight of the door being pulled open. A woman stepped into the. Wes came back on, “The airport fire department Battalion Chief agrees with what I just told you. He’s a pilot too and was watching from the other side of the runway. He thinks the door has bound up with the wing’s sheet metal for some reason and won’t open any further. We couldn’t tell whether the retraction mechanism was damaged.”I told him, “I’ve recycled the gear about a three-dozen times since I got the initial ‘warning light’ on the panel. Any ideas about what to do now?” I asked over the. By then, there was no dispute that she was the prettiest girl in our school. Naturally, it was the quarterback of the football team, and a senior no less, who finally got her to agree to go out on a date. I had heard some stories about his previous conquests and wasn’t thrilled about it. I guess it was because I felt that the only guy good enough to date my best friend should only love her. For some reason I was really happy when things fizzled out between them. I first heard that they had.