When rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near to kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind
For standin' in your heart
Is where I want to be and long to be
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.
...
The next evening, Dennis took a deep breath before approaching Jenny's door. Moving the flowers into his other hand, he knocked.
"Can I help you?" A young man Dennis had never seen before pulled the door open.
"You are?"
The man raised his eyebrows. "Isn't that normally the question of the person answering the door and not the one knocking?"
Dennis hesitated, then nodded, mumbling, "Sorry, wrong house."
As he turned away, the man relented and called out. "You're Dennis, aren't you?"
The scot turned back to face him. "Aye, that's me."
"I'm Steve, Jenny's brother. Recognized you from the photo on the mantelpiece."
The thought that Jenny still had his photo up bolstered the sergeants confidence, and when nothing more was forthcoming, Dennis asked, "Is jenny in?"
"Gone out to the movies with a friend. She shouldn't be too long, if you want to wait inside?"
The desire to see Jenny was stronger than his reluctance to go inside, where he heard a group of people, so he nodded, following Steven up the stairs.
"Drink, Den?"
"It's Dennis, and no thank you."
"Well, take a seat. Like I said, she won't be long." Steve motioned to the full couch where his friends sat, chatting loudly before sitting himself down on the table.
Dennis studied the group who were in various stages of intoxication before he retreated to sit on the edge of Jenny's bed.
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