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"OK." He was going to make sure she was comfortable with him. He wanted a friend first.

She kept her head down. They touched a bit in the check out line. No talking. They moved to the car. He put the two bags in the back seat. She started the car, backed out, and drove slowly to her home. As they turned into her driveway he said "I'm about four doors down." There was no escaping. She would come to know this guy.

"Yea. Thanks," she said. "Let's go. Do you want to make the salad?"

"Sure," he said. "By the way, since you never asked, my name is Jack Martin, what's yours?"

"Erisa McCabe. Thanks for taking the bags." They proceeded inside.

"Do you like living on Augusta street? A little close to town, isn't it?"

"Well, why are you here?" She countered.

He responded matter of factly, "Maybe I figure to die."

"Maybe I do, too."