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From the living room window, I watched them. Charlie and Cliff were leaning against the doors of their respective vehicles—Charlie’s Ford pickup truck and Cliff’s sleek blue Rover 2000TC. They were talking but I could not hear what they were saying. I looked at them both, trying to imagine them as strangers and as if I were seeing them for the first time. Charlie was fair skinned—his hair almost reddish—and broad shouldered. He was wearing jeans, old brown cowboy boots, and a faded green baseball cap with the logo of a feed store on it. Cliff was dark skinned and lean. He was bare headed and his black hair was thick and wavy. He, too, was wearing jeans and a denim shirt. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up tight and high enough to expose his upper arms. His biceps flexed as he struck a match to light a cigarette.

Already I had fallen for him, but I fell for him again then—hard.