Chapter Seven
Weston
I arrive at the park just as the sun is setting, hardly believing my excitement as I pull into a parking lot and exit my car. Viola has always been a bit more than a little childhood friend.
Every man knows the feeling, the moment when the female friend becomes more than just one of the guys and the loss of innocence experienced when, as a young child, the friend becomes a girl instead of remaining nothing more than a playmate.
Viola had been that girl for me when I was a boy. I would get butterflies in my stomach every time we would walk together to the bus stop. Nothing more than a distant memory until now, my childhood first love unexpectedly appearing in my life.
I’m not sure if it is some sort of sign, or if this is just an evening of catching up with a perso
