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in Scarborough townhouses, not far from Grace Hospital, right in front of the two high risers with manicured lawns and numerous security cameras that look for possible infiltrators from dusk to dawn. Among the people who lived in these townhouses was a woman who had born Dan’s son.

In time, I had come to question my hope that a man like Dan might actually know how to love a woman like me, a woman who had blossomed from a little girl who had been taken away from her home by the Azure shores of Italy. And, how could I live with this man whose world was a place that I would never understand? Still, I was hopeful that sooner or later, he would come to understand the value of life in this new land. After all, America was the place where all strangers were welcome to join this beautiful humanity.

And I, the naive woman that I was then, thought that if I accepted and loved this solitary stranger, he would come to learn and share with me the joys and simple pleasures of life. Certainly, in this new land far away from his remote, sunny world, I believed that someone like me could change him.

To be honest, I do not think Dan had prepared to make my life a living hell, even as he had walked around with a kind of island bop and bravado that attracted both praise and scorn from the guys in the neighborhood. The guys who were too chicken to challenge him and the women like me who thought that we could come to tame and claim him as our own.

In my mind, Dan Matthew had come to see this new city, as a no-man’s land. Any attempt to claim that I owned him, he resented. He thought it as an attempt to tell him how to live his life in this country miles away from his home. Little did I know, he was just another unknown, peeping at the door. He moved in and out from house to house, from one table to another, from one warm bed to another one.

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