Martin got upbraided by Hester for the millionth time. Hester suspected that Martin was crushing on Ronee, the boys' babysitter.
'Jeez, Martin…she's young enough to be your daughter. You're married.'
Martin was torn; he did not know what to do about this blossoming crush. It all started the night he took Ronee home. She had just experienced a breakup, a breakup with a boy that did not return her affections. She was broken, torn apart, and vulnerable. She sits in the car seat next to martin, staring straight out into the darkness. Martin could tell this boy broke her pretty hard.
'Are you okay, Ronee? Is there anything I could do? I've gone through many breakups in my day.'
The young woman sits there, still staring out into the darkness of their neighborhood. She spoke softly towards him, only saying, 'Will I ever be loved?' martin did not know what to say, all he could do, is put an arm around her.
'Ronee, you'll meet someone one day. Trust me; you'll land someone great one day. Someone who loves you for you.'
Ronee smiles at him, knowing full well he was right. Her mother never approved of the boy. Always kept telling her the boy was trouble, but she blew it off because she wanted to make her own mistakes, that is, without her mother interfering. Most of her relationships were secret for that reason. She never told her mother half of these things because she knew how her mother would react. Her mother would completely overreact.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Ronee's mother was seething with anger, having seen Martin put his arm around her daughter.
