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Haggai smiled. “Who am I talking to? Who just made my literally rainy day?” he said.
“I won‘t tell you my name until we meet in person,” she affirmed. “If that‘s what you want,” he replied, “that‘s what you will get.” “When and where can we meet?”
“Hmm,” Haggai said, and then suddenly remembered how Hannah said that she liked to eat at Denny‘s. Then he asked, “Why don‘t we meet at Denny‘s, tomorrow at six?”
“That‘s great!” the girl said. “I prefer going out at night.” “Do you have a curfew?”
“Yes. I have to be back home and midnight. The older that I get, the later that I get to stay
out.”
Haggai smiled and said, “That‘s great! How old are you?” “I‘m seventeen,” she said.
“OK, then,” he said, “we‘ll want to keep our relationship non-sexual until you turn eighteen.”
The girl smiled and said, “OK, then, so, we‘ve come to an agreement. OK, Haggai, I will see you tomorrow at six.” She hung up, ran to her bed, turned around and threw her on it backwards. “I met you in a very strange way, and already, I can‘t stop thinking about you. I love you, Haggai Brady!”
Haggai flipped his cell phone closed. Heber passed him by as he walked to the TV to clean it with ‗Windex‘ and a paper towel. Haggai asked him, “You did that, didn‘t you?”
Heber smiled innocently and asked, “Did what?”
“Don‘t play,” Haggai said, smiling. “I‘m talking about you. You welcomed me to Florida by getting me a date.”
Heber gasped, pretending to be surprised. “How did you know?” He had the bottle of Windex in the left hand and the paper towel in his right hand.
“When people do things, for me, or to me,” answered Haggai, “I find out about those things right after people do them, especially when it‘s my twin brother doing those things,” with the brightest smile in his face.
“However, you‘re doubtful about getting a date,” Heber said and sat on the love seat right beside the couch, where Haggai sat, “is that right?” Heber somehow felt that Haggai wanted him to sit on the sofa, right beside him, so he got up, walked a few steps to the sofa, and sat right beside Haggai.
Haggai placed his arm around the back of Heber‘s shoulder. He said to Heber, “It‘s not that I don‘t need a woman in my life because I do. Every man and woman needs a mate.”
Heber tried to finish Haggai‘s thought by saying, “You‘re just afraid that you‘re going to end up in a marriage of convenience.”
“That‘s right,” Haggai affirmed. “I don‘t want to marry a woman that will want me solely for my money.”
“Well, you need not to worry about that for two reasons: you have the extraordinary gift of…” he said and remained pensive for a few minutes, “great charm and great looks.”
“I know that‘s not what you meant,” Haggai said as he and Heber laughed together, “but we‘re not going to argue over something so insignificant. What I‘m going to do is give every one of those words back to you.”
“OK,” said Heber, “I am sure that I arranged a date with a great woman for you. That woman, whom preferred not to tell her name, she couldn‘t be better for you. She and her family