The McCoy's 'Hang On Sloopy' played throughout the Savannian clad River Street in downtown Savannah. The sun
glowed and the light breeze seemed out of a postcard. Today tourists were locals, everyone was at home. "Come on
Gary!" Crissy laughed as she tugged him across the street to and ice cream vendor. Children running with candy and ice
cream seemed to fill both sides if the streets, for it was the first Saturday of the month. Somewhere in the nearby area
the song changed t o 'Good Lovin' by the Rascals. Upon waiting more than thirty seconds, Crissy lost interest and once
more tugged Gary in the direction of the plaza, "Lets go dancing!" she called behind her. Gary unrelentingly followed.
After a few minutes of Crissy 'letting the music flow through her body' and Gary not even attempting to match her
movements, he pulled her out of the crowd and started walking her back to the car, but she had other intentions. "Lets
go in here!" she announced, slipping out of his grasp and quickly running into Savannah Sweets. It smelled of warm
caramel and reminded her of the 1950's. The small train that made its way around the store high above curious hands
let out a shrill whistle which momentarily cut through Chubby Checker's 'The Twist' that seemed to echo throughout the
candy shop. All of a sudden two muscular hands snatched her backwards as the words "How many times do I have to tell
you, don't you ever run away from me. Got it." Poured into her ears. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine and
tickled her neck. She looked up with brilliant green eyes which could charm anybody and scrunched her face at him.
Crissy picked up a cherry lollipop and preceded to the register. The old man smiled and waved her off and as she walked
away she blew him a kiss. Gary grabbed her hand and walked her over towards the river. He pulled her in front of him
and brushed her hair back behind her ear. She looked up at him and offered first lick. Gary laughed and shook his head.
As she put the lollipop in her mouth a serious look swept across his face. "You know..you shouldn't just run away from
me like that.." he said quietly. An amused look plastered her baby face, "Says who?" she retorted. "Me." He said in a
slightly serious tone. "You don't own me!" she laughed. While they were talking, she hadn't noticed him reach into his
pocket.