Richie was in no hurry and was just trying to clear his head. He glanced up to see a woman standing on the deck of a house he knew had been empty for a long while. Now, there were lights on inside, the deck had lights and some candles. “Hmm, looks like someone finally moved in.” He watched as the woman sipped from her glass and turn away from him. He couldn’t tell what she looked like, but could make out a nice figure. He could also hear strains of the music she was listening to.
Hey mister can you tell me
What this world's about
It might just help me out
I used to be a dreamer
But my dreams have burned
You know how luck can turn
Sometimes it's hard to find a friendly face
Feel like a stranger to the human race
It's such a lonely, lonely place
He had to smile, it was one of his own. Well, at least she has good taste he thought as he got closer. He began to wonder what this woman might be like.
Leana came back outside and she noticed the man was closer, but she still couldn’t tell who he was. She stopped for a minute, wondering if she should say something. What the heck, she decided. It would be nice to meet the neighbors. She moved to lean over the railing. “Well, hey there.” Richie glanced up, not sure if he should say something or keep on walking. He wasn’t in the mood for fans or groupies tonight. As he got a little closer, he could tell she didn’t know who she was talking to. “What the hell” he thought. “Hi yourself” he called out. Leana smiled, “care for a drink?” He picked up his pace and climbed up the steps to the deck. Leana had gone inside for another glass. Richie stood with his back to the door, looking out at the water. Leana came back out with a second glass and the bottle of cabernet. “Hope you like red” she said as she walked to the table. He turned as she set the bottle down. “Love it” he told her with a smile.
“Richie?” It was no more than a strangled whisper. “That’s right darlin’, and you would be?” Leana visibly paled and she sat down hard in the chair. He poured himself some wine, “are you all right?” She nodded her head. “I’m fine.” She picked up her glass and drank deep. Richie watched her, not the usual reaction from a fan he thought. Leana set her glass back down, refilled it and looked at him, “you don’t remember me?” He looked at her again, taking in her features, the dark brown hair piled up messily on top of her head, the big misty green eyes behind a sexy pair of glasses, pert nose, smattering of freckles, pretty little mouth. He continued to look at her, trying to remember. She cocked her head to one side and stuck her tongue out at him. For some reason that was somehow familiar to him. He reached back into his memory and it came to him. “Leana?”
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