Chapter XX
MORRIS I sat on the floor of the guest room in tears looking at her pictures. This day was always the hardest for me. The anniversary of Crystal's death. Crystal was easily one of the most breathtaking women I had ever met. It was always something about her; she had this undeniably beautiful presence and she lit up the room whenever she walked in. I remember the first day we met, it was like yesterday. FLASHBACK... "Mom I don't see the ricotta!" I exclaimed into the phone. My mom insisted on sending me to the store to get ricotta for her lasagna, but I couldn't find it anywhere. "How hard can it be James, it has the word ricotta on the label!" "I know ma but I can't find it." I said becoming irritable. "Morris Jameson Chestnut, you better not show up to my house without the ricotta
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