She walks through the screen door; it creaks the ancient spring biting into the well-worn grooves dragging it back to its familiar resting place. She’s got a hat pulled low hiding her hazel eyes. She’s wearing soccer shorts, a tank top and flipflops with a Hawaiian name I couldn’t spell right. There is no heart-stopping-our-eyes-met moment to relate. Instead, it was an introduction from one friend’s friend to another. I had been… Read More