**Natalie Jackson**
Frank and I finished having our dinner. Although he wanted to feed me, I didn’t accept it. I told him I could do it myself.
“Why aren’t you happy that I want to?” Frank asked. I looked at his handsome face as he sat beside me on my left. “I am happy, only that I want us to eat quickly while it's hot.”
“Okay,” Frank didn’t argue with me, and we continued with the food until we were through. I stood up and cleared the plates to the kitchen, and as I returned, I recalled the tape that Franklin had asked me to keep in the morning before he left for work.
“Franklin,” I called him, since I was already used to calling him by his name. He rose from the chair and walked up to meet me.
“What’s it?” he asked as he neared me and pulled me into a warm hug, with my back resting
