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Ok, blink, just because you took the time to write me such a kind and insightful review…this chapter is for you. Thank you all for your encouragement. I'm far from being done.
Back at home and completely unaware of the events surrounding his soul mate, Gordo found himself restless and bored. He hated that he had absolutely no way of contacting Lizzie, and it was making him crazy. Never, in the entire history of their friendship, could he think of a time when he couldn't just pick up the phone and talk to her if he wanted to. Well, there had been vacations and trips to camp, but even then they usually talked at least once. Now, after all these years of loving her in silence, when he was finally free to say "I love you," he couldn't. Every night he sat on the porch at night and gazed at the sky, thinking that they were at least under the same moon. "Goodnight, Beautiful. I love you and I can't wait till you're back in my arms where you belong," he whispered to the moon.
The second day Lizzie was gone, Matt stopped over to see Gordo. He was definitely feeling better. Gordo was sitting on the porch with his orange juice, reading the paper.
"Hey!"
"Hey, Matt. How you feeling?"
"I'm doing much better, thanks." He just stood there for a minute. "Uh, Gordo, I just want to say thank you for what you did. You saved me. I owe you big."
"No, you don't. That's what friends do. Want some juice, coffee, something?"
"Juice would be good. I can get it."
Matt went and got himself a glass and brought the pitcher outside. He filled his glass and Gordo's and sat down. "You told her, didn't you?"
"Yeah." Very cool.
"Well…?"
"She loves me, too." Gordo couldn't help himself. He broke out into a big, stupid, very un-cool grin.
"It's about time. So, does this mean I get to be your brother some day?"
Another stupid grin, "I hope so."
"So, bro, wanna hang? You know, go to the mall or the downtown shops or something?"
"Yeah, I do. I'm about to go out of my mind with boredom. Thanks."
They decided to go downtown, to an old section that had been revitalized into artsy shops, places to eat, a theater, etc. Matt wanted to find a couple of baseball cards to add to his collection, and Gordo thought he might find a present for Lizzie.
One of the hobby shops that carried baseball cards also had minerals, gems, and crystals. While Matt was busy perusing books full of cards, Gordo examined the glass display cases with gems and crystals. A glint of blue caught his eye, and he turned to see a heart shaped stone that was the exact color of Lizzie's eyes. He asked to see it out of the case, and the clerk told him it was a sapphire and laid it on a white velvet pad. She told him that it was 1.10 carats, and that it was an Australian blue.
It was beautiful, clear blue with a hint of violet. It shone brilliantly, just like Lizzie's eyes had when they confessed their love for one another. He knew he was being corny, but he couldn't help it. Being in love does that to a guy.
He knew it was fate that that they had come into that shop, that he had seen that stone. He knew it was for Lizzie, and that it was for him to give to her. "But what will I do with it? I can't just give her a loose sapphire." He didn't realize that he was thinking out loud until the clerk answered him, "Well, you could have it set into a ring or a pendant. Or, you could do it yourself."
Gordo looked up, "I don't know how to make jewelry.
"Well, if you're interested, we teach jewelry making classes here. As it happens, we're starting one tomorrow, and it goes for four weeks, every Wednesday night at 7pm. You should be able to design and pour a nice ring in that amount of time. If you buy the stone and metal for the ring here, we'll throw in the class for free."
That struck Gordo as being the perfect idea. It would be something to use some of the free time he had on his hands, and he could make a beautiful gift for Lizzie. He bought the stone and signed up right away. It wasn't inexpensive, but he had plenty saved up from doing camera work for the local tv station and designing web sites.
When Matt finished his search, and was happily clutching his purchase of two of the cards he needed to complete his collection, he wandered over to see what Gordo had been doing. Gordo exhibited the stone, and Matt pursed his lips in a low whistle. "What are you going to do with that?"
"I'm sorry, friend, I'm not telling." He smiled, thanked the clerk, and left the shop.
Matt pestered and pried, but Gordo wouldn't budge. "Come on! You can trust me!"
"I know. But I'm still not telling you."
Ok, blink, just because you took the time to write me such a kind and insightful review…this chapter is for you. Thank you all for your encouragement. I'm far from being done.
Back at home and completely unaware of the events surrounding his soul mate, Gordo found himself restless and bored. He hated that he had absolutely no way of contacting Lizzie, and it was making him crazy. Never, in the entire history of their friendship, could he think of a time when he couldn't just pick up the phone and talk to her if he wanted to. Well, there had been vacations and trips to camp, but even then they usually talked at least once. Now, after all these years of loving her in silence, when he was finally free to say "I love you," he couldn't. Every night he sat on the porch at night and gazed at the sky, thinking that they were at least under the same moon. "Goodnight, Beautiful. I love you and I can't wait till you're back in my arms where you belong," he whispered to the moon.
The second day Lizzie was gone, Matt stopped over to see Gordo. He was definitely feeling better. Gordo was sitting on the porch with his orange juice, reading the paper.
"Hey!"
"Hey, Matt. How you feeling?"
"I'm doing much better, thanks." He just stood there for a minute. "Uh, Gordo, I just want to say thank you for what you did. You saved me. I owe you big."
"No, you don't. That's what friends do. Want some juice, coffee, something?"
"Juice would be good. I can get it."
Matt went and got himself a glass and brought the pitcher outside. He filled his glass and Gordo's and sat down. "You told her, didn't you?"
"Yeah." Very cool.
"Well…?"
"She loves me, too." Gordo couldn't help himself. He broke out into a big, stupid, very un-cool grin.
"It's about time. So, does this mean I get to be your brother some day?"
Another stupid grin, "I hope so."
"So, bro, wanna hang? You know, go to the mall or the downtown shops or something?"
"Yeah, I do. I'm about to go out of my mind with boredom. Thanks."
They decided to go downtown, to an old section that had been revitalized into artsy shops, places to eat, a theater, etc. Matt wanted to find a couple of baseball cards to add to his collection, and Gordo thought he might find a present for Lizzie.
One of the hobby shops that carried baseball cards also had minerals, gems, and crystals. While Matt was busy perusing books full of cards, Gordo examined the glass display cases with gems and crystals. A glint of blue caught his eye, and he turned to see a heart shaped stone that was the exact color of Lizzie's eyes. He asked to see it out of the case, and the clerk told him it was a sapphire and laid it on a white velvet pad. She told him that it was 1.10 carats, and that it was an Australian blue.
It was beautiful, clear blue with a hint of violet. It shone brilliantly, just like Lizzie's eyes had when they confessed their love for one another. He knew he was being corny, but he couldn't help it. Being in love does that to a guy.
He knew it was fate that that they had come into that shop, that he had seen that stone. He knew it was for Lizzie, and that it was for him to give to her. "But what will I do with it? I can't just give her a loose sapphire." He didn't realize that he was thinking out loud until the clerk answered him, "Well, you could have it set into a ring or a pendant. Or, you could do it yourself."
Gordo looked up, "I don't know how to make jewelry.
"Well, if you're interested, we teach jewelry making classes here. As it happens, we're starting one tomorrow, and it goes for four weeks, every Wednesday night at 7pm. You should be able to design and pour a nice ring in that amount of time. If you buy the stone and metal for the ring here, we'll throw in the class for free."
That struck Gordo as being the perfect idea. It would be something to use some of the free time he had on his hands, and he could make a beautiful gift for Lizzie. He bought the stone and signed up right away. It wasn't inexpensive, but he had plenty saved up from doing camera work for the local tv station and designing web sites.
When Matt finished his search, and was happily clutching his purchase of two of the cards he needed to complete his collection, he wandered over to see what Gordo had been doing. Gordo exhibited the stone, and Matt pursed his lips in a low whistle. "What are you going to do with that?"
"I'm sorry, friend, I'm not telling." He smiled, thanked the clerk, and left the shop.
Matt pestered and pried, but Gordo wouldn't budge. "Come on! You can trust me!"
"I know. But I'm still not telling you."