The clicking of a typewriter echoed down the empty halls and into the lonely rooms with over-stuffed furniture. The typewriter dinged again as another line was completed. The house was an old, yellow, victorian house at the end of a neighborhood where no one else lived. The windows were never open in the hot summer and the door was locked shut. The white curtains were always closed but light still filtered through. The white curtains matched the white walls which did not match the wooden flooring. No one ever went outside and only one person went in the house.  The house was old and broken but Miss. Cashwell still lived inside.  I am Miss Cashwell, I am 5 feet and 5 inches with soft, silver hair that is never down but in a neat bun; I don’t even know how long my hair is anymore.  I have wire spectacles that sit on the edge of my hooked nose and write memoirs on people I’ve never meet.  I planted a garden inside of the house so I never have to go outside and I spend all day in my study that is buried in papers. For some reason the grass stays green and wild flowers grow only in the flower beds outside.  The only other living thing in my house is a golden cat that I will find on my bed and under my desk.  I can’t figure out how that cat gets in but I can’t keep her away.  She has even knocked over a pile of my papers.

The sun was shining through the curtains even brighter than normal and I scowled back at it’s harmful rays.  My grandmother's typewriter ticked and clicked but was interrupted by a rapping.  I was working on my hundredth and fifty-two memoir when I was rudely interrupted.
“That better not have been that cat!” I growled to myself as I slowly stood up and the stiff chair to creak.  The sound that interrupted me resembled the pesky woodpecker but it was different. I fallowed it down the hall and into the entry room. The sound came from the other side of the door.
“Hello? Anybody home?” a small voice called and I shrunk into the shadows.
“A visitor?  Never had one of those before… she has terrible grammar” I mumbled to myself as I wondered what to do.
“Hello?” the voice called again and I shouted back this time.
“Go away!” I yelled through the door and the place went silent.  I stood up straight and gave a curt nodded.
“Will you please open the door?” the voice called as I turned on my heels to get back to work.
“Only if you will go away” I sighed as I cautiously walked towards the door.
“I promise” the little voice said with hope and I unlocked the door with the key I kept on a string around my neck. The door groaned open and a girl stood there smiling.
“What do you want?” I asked and she grinned as she looked up at me.
“I moved here yesterday into the house on the other side of the forest and wanted to say hello” the girl said.  She had wavy brown hair that looked red in the sun and freckles on her dimpled face.  She must have been 8 or so and she had a blue dress that went to her knees.  Her bottom front tooth was missing and she had bright green eye.  She was also really loud.
“Goodbye then” I said but she jumped up the stairs onto the porch by the door.
“Wait! What is your name?” she asked and I stared into her eyes.
“Miss. Cashwell, are we done here?” I asked as I tapped my foot but she didn’t seem to notice.
“Nice to meat you, Ms. Cashwell!  I’m Mollea Emmaline Jefferson” the girl said and it didn’t surprise me she had an unusual name.
“Enchanted” I mumbled and the girl looked into the forest.
“Well, I must go, goodbye Ms. Cashwell” she said and she started to skip off into the woods.
“It’s Miss” I muttered as her hair bounced in a ponytail as she skipped.
I closed the door with a sigh of relief and I leaned on the door. I walked down the hallway and into my study again and wrote about a lady named Mrs. Balaka till the sun had vanished behind the trees. I stacked the new memoir into a nice pile and tied up around my huge oak desk. Once my fingertips started to get cold I briskly walked down the hallway, into the entry room and up the stairs. I pulled out a silk nightgown from my amour. I dimmed my gas lamp and pulled up the cover as I got in bed. I turned off the lamps and closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again the sun had jumped out from behind the trees. It was 9:23 so I went downstairs and had my breakfast.  I had just sat down to begin my day’s writing with my cup of tea in my hands when there came a knock at the door.  I drooped my head but I reluctantly walked to the door. I opened it with a little less hesitant as yesterday.
“Good morning Ms. Cashwell!  I brought you some muffins, could I come in?”  Mollea asked as she held a basket on her arm and stood at the bottom of the steps.
“Ummmm…” I fret and Mollea walked up the steps and looked around my entry room.
“Your house is lovely, a little plain but with a bit of paint here and there would make it amazing!”  Mollea said and I became curious with the girl.
“Painting?” I asked her as if she where saying I should tear down the wall itself.
“Yes ma’am, Oh! By the way your kitty was in the woods this morning, you should be careful or else she might get lost” she said with a warm smile as she patiently waited by my door and I felt a funny feeling. The corners of my mouth curved up a little. This child has an interesting perspective but she is out of her head and still very loud, I thought to myself as she stared around the room.
“That thing is not mine” I replied as my nose rose up my face in a cringe.
“May I come in?” the girl asked again and before I knew it I nodded!
She walked in and I fallowed her around the room after I had closing the door shut. Mollea walked to the windows and threw open the curtains which caused me to jumped out of the light.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked at the girl as she looked startled.
“I’m letting in the light” she whimpered and I felt bad.
“It will burn you” I said gently and she raised an eyebrow.
“It will burn you?” she said quizzically and I nodded.
“Of course child!” I said as I pulled her away by her arm. I shuddered at the touch of her soft warm skin and recoiled.
“Are you ok? The sun won’t hurt you, it gives you some sort of vitamins and won’t burn you unless you spend a really long time in it” she said with a reassuring smile that made me want to trust her but my whole being told me not to.  I ignored my instinct and allowed the girl to do what she wanted.
“I am fine” I replied and she fallowed me to the kitchen where I made another cup of tea for her and me.  The girl set her basket on my counter and she looked at the dirt that layered it.
“Don’t you use your house?” she asked as she pulled a table cloth out of her basket.
“Not really” I replied and she looked at me again.
“Can I do something?” she asked and once again I trusted her.  It was weird trusting someone but this clamorous girl was intriguing.
The table cloth was light green with bright flower which popped because of the white walls and curtains.  One of my tall glasses appeared in the center of my table which was then filled up with flower Mollea picked when she ran outside.  She also opened the curtains that lined the walls which lit up the entire place. The room looked bright, happy, and flat out strange.  It reminded me of a book I had read a million times as a child.  It was called The Magic Adventures of Ms. Kitty Cat and was about a girl that went to her grandmother’s house in the woods.  Her grandmother’s dinning room reminded me of my dinning room at the moment.
“Tadah!” Mollea said cheerfully and I smiled.  I can let the girl keep it like this is if it makes her happy,  I told myself and I looked into the girl’s face.
“It’s wonderful” I said and the girl gave a bounce as she clapped her hands.
“It’s Goldy!” she said as she looked down by my feet.  I fallowed her gaze and the mischievous yellow cat was sitting next to my feet.  She looked up at me with pale yellow eyes and perfectly fluffed white whiskers.  The cat’s tail tip twitched as I looked into her eyes unblinking.
“Scat!” I said and I raised my hands in the air as I shook them.
“No! Don’t hurt her!” Mollea cried as she ran to the cat and scoped her up.
“That cat isn’t suppose to be here” I replied and Mollea looked at me with her big green eyes.  People are so deceptive, I grumbled to myself and I rolled my eyes.
“No cat inside of the house” I begged and Mollea sighed.
“Ok, but you could be more nice to her” she said as Mollea walked to the slide door by the counter with the cat nestled in her arms. She moved it open with her foot but it was locked. She didn’t notice because she ran into the door which caused the cat to jump out of her arms and run into the house as she fell onto her rump.
“Are you ok?” I asked alarmed as I felt a weird lurching feeling. Mollea shook her head and she burst into laughter that sounded like little bells. I helped her up and into a chair as she giggled herself silly. Her laugh was like an infectious decease because I started to feel a rumble in my own heart.
We ate the muffins Mollea had baked this morning, they where blue berry and chocolate chip! The strange taste of chocolate made my tongue buzz and the blue berries where sweet as sugar.
“You know what Ms. Cashwell” Mollea said as she sat slouching in her chair.
“It is Miss and please sit up straight, where you raised in a barn?”  I asked her and she shot straight up as she smiled.
“Well it was a huge barn and the animals loved to wait on me” she teased and I rolled my eyes but I could feel the corners of my mouth curling again.
“Honestly Mollea” I replied.
“So you know what we better do Miisss. Cashwell” Mollea said and I turned my head to one side.
“What should we be doing?”  I asked her as I watched her over the brim of my spectacles.
“Go outside and enjoy the warm weather” she replied with a matter-of-fact tone.
“I will do none of the sorts” I said ghastly at the thought of going outside!
“Well of course!” she said with a smile as she flipped her redden brown hair behind her shoulder.
“No” I said with a straight face and Mollea’s flattened.
“Oh please?” she begged but I shook my head.
“Don’t you batt those long eyelashes at me and think you’ll change my mind because you won’t” I replied sharply and her smile straightened.
“Then what do you suppose we do?” Mollea asked with her normal enthusiasm floating back.
I looked out the window and thought.
“Well I don’t know about you but I should get back to writing”  I said sorrowfully and Mollea perked up.
“You write stories?”  Mollea asked earnestly and I nodded.
“Although they are memoirs not stories”  I replied and she wiggled in her seat.
“Could I write with you?” she asked and her eyes filled with hope.  She leaned forward as she hung on her imaginary cliff waiting for my answer.  I may not like people but what kind of person would I be if I said no?  It would have crushed her soul.
“Alright, but you have to behave” I said gently and she jumped out of her seat.  She ran over to me and hugged me.  I was so shocked I gasped.  I stared wide-eyed at the back of her head as she held  onto me tightly.  I reached up my arm and gave her shoulder three gentle pats.
“I promise I will be good” she said as she released me.
“See to it you do” I said as I stood up and we walked to my study.
I got out my spare type writer and set it on the side of my desk. Mollea dragged a stole over and sat down. I silently joined her in my usual seat.
“Paper?” she asked carefully and I handed her a stack.  We typed together still my grandfather’s old clock rang twelve.  I had finished the memoir about Ms. Balaka which went into the pile of the beginning of the memoir from yesterday.
“Won’t your mother be worried about you dear?” I asked her as she stretched near my desk but she was mindful not to knock over a pile of papers.
“I told mother I would be at a friend’s house, but I would be home before dinner at the latest” she said and I stared at her hardly.
“You lied to your mother?” I asked as I tried to hold my anger.
“Nope because I’m here with the only friend I got since we moved here, you” she said as she looked down at her small pile of papers.  My heart lurched and I fought a wave of tears. Knowing someone cares for you is like a punch in the gut but you still want to hear it again.  I won over my tears just as she looked back up at me.
“Well then, what do you want for lunch?” I asked her as I draped my arm across her shoulders and lead her to my garden.  Mollea jumped around my garden and I watched her patiently.  As I watched her I thought, whatever bridge this little girl has cross has made me as soft as a pillow yet I want to make her happy and the longer she is here I want to have her with me even more.
Mollea had picked one of the heads of cabbage that goes crazy, because it goes without being eaten, and some carrots.
“Do you have any mayonnaise?” Mollea asked and I raised an eyebrow.
“Any what?” I inquired and she looked at me shocked.
“You’ve never had mayonnaise!” she exclaimed with her mouth hanging.
“Close you're mouth, it’s rude to stare” I said as I crossed my arms and turned slightly with my nose up.
“Seriously, you’ve never had mayonnaise?” Mollea asked as she bounded over to me.
“What is mayonnaise?” I asked with a curiosity of my own.
“It’s kind of like ketchup but it’s made of eggs, vinegar, oil, and some seasonings, my mother makes the best mayonnaise! Maybe I could bring you some tomorrow!” Mollea expressed and I smiled.
“That sounds wonderful” I replied and she bounced.
“Well let’s get a cookin” Mollea shouted and I shuddered.
“This child is still too loud” I mumbled to myself as I fallowed her into the kitchen.
“What yeah say?” she asked and I frowned.
“First off it’s cooking not cookin, second please don’t shout, and third it would be ‘What did you say?” I replied and she looked down.
“Sorry” she said and I placed my hand on her shoulder.
“I forgive you, just think more next time” I said and she nodded.
I sliced up the cabbage and carrots while Mollea put a pot of water on the stove.
“This is gunna be good! I mean this will taste fantastic!” Mollea said as she jumped around my kitchen. Once I set down the cutting knife Mollea grabbed my hand.  She pulled me around the room is a funny dance.  We danced around the kitchen island till the water started to bubble and Mollea helped me put the vegetables in.  Mollea also threw in a pinch of this and a pinch of that which soon caused the whole house to smell good.  The cat came waltzing into the kitchen again and Mollea picked it up to take it outside.
“You know, the cat isn’t so bad, keeps the mice away you know. Maybe he could have lunch with us” I said with a wink and Mollea grinned.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! By the way it’s a she and her name is Goldy” Mollea said as she place the kitty down and stroked it.  She was so excited she forgot all about the pot so I watched over it as she played with the cat.  I added a dash of salt and the soup was perfect.  We sat down once more at the table, which was much more comfortable than my chair in the sttudy.  The cat, Goldy, sat between us on the floor with her very own bowl of soup.
After we had our fill of soup Mollea looked down at the cat.
“I have just the thing!” she purred to the cat and she untied her blue ribbon from her pony tail.  She leaned down and tied it around the cat’s neck.  Goldy looked quite beautiful with her silky golden fur and dark navy blue ribbon-collar.
“She looks stunning” I said and Mollea smiled proudly at  Goldy.
“I should probably be heading home, goodbye Ms. Cashwell! Take care of Goldy tonight and Goldy, take care of Ms. Cashwell” Mollea said with a twinkle in her eye as she stood up to leave.
“Leaving so soon?” I asked her and she nodded. She grabbed her basket from this morning but left the table cloth.  She was skipping off into the woods before I could say anymore.  Goldy looked up at me as she fallowed me around the kitchen.  I put away everything but the table cloth and flowers.  The sun was still shining and light up the rooms without the curtains blocking it.  The sunshine actually felt warm on my skin and I walked around to open all of the curtains.  When I walked into my study I saw Mollea’s papers and I placed them in my desk.  I turned the key so Goldy couldn’t get to them like she had with my thousand page biography about a child that grew into the mayor of her town.  It was too early to go to bed so I worked on another memoir about an old man’s life.
The clicking of the typewriter bounced off of the walls and I missed Mollea.  It was a strange feeling but I knew it from long ago when my mother had past away.  It gnawed at my soul and I thought of her story.  I stopped typing all together and retrieved the papers.  They where gentle at my touch and the words weren’t high quality but the story was amazing. Her story was a version of a biography.  It was about her hard travels here and her new home.  She deeply missed her old house with the creek near by and her friends.  According to her story her new school scared her because the kids weren’t as enjoyable.  They didn’t play game but instead they read long boring books and corrected their homework to perfection.  The main part was how the only thing she felt was home was the wood behind her house.  She explored them to find a beautiful yellow house with a strict but kind old lady in it.  The story carried on about the love Mollea felt for the old lady even though she did strange things like never go outside.  My heart melted as I read how I was Mollea’s best friend and was everything she’d always thought a grandmother would be like.  That little sentence meant the world to me and I guessed Mollea either didn’t see her grandmother often or she had past away.  That singe sentence not only made me glow with an inner warms but I made a promise that day, to be the grandmother Mollea apparently didn’t have.  She was still a child so she needed someone to show her how to sew and live life.  I was going to be that person.  She had chosen me and I was going to do my duty to the best of my ability.  Mollea wouldn’t be here tomorrow till after school so I would have enough time to complete my first mission.  I tucked the pages into the pile of books on my nightstand and watched the sunset. I had never seen one so beautiful.  When I opened my eyes again I was still sitting by the window and the morning’s rays where dancing on my face. Goldy was curled up in my lap and purred softly.
I moved the cat without disturbing her and got dressed in my old sunday bests even though it was monday.  It was a floral dress I had been in love with, in my younger years.  It was still went all the way to the floor but the sleeves didn’t go to my elbows.  Instead they where torn and I had to re-sew them shorter so you wouldn’t see the tears.  I grabbed a light green shawl and draped it over my shoulders.  Next thing I grabbed was a yellow sunhat with a green ribbon tied around it and then fell half way down my back.  I twirled in the mirror and nodded at myself.  The stairs creaked as I pranced down them and I jogged to the hallway closet.  The lock proved difficult but I got it open.  Inside where coats, gloves, shoes, bags, and hats for outside.  A dusty summer picnic basket lay buried at the bottom but I dug it up and I approached the door. I took two deep breaths and opened the door.  The cool morning air pricked my skin but the morning sun shine soothed it.  I took one step outside and my dress swirled around my feet.  I gasped and ran back inside.  I slammed the door and pressed against it.  My whole body shook and shivered.  After a moment to catch my breath, I stood up straight and locked the door.
“I will wait for Mollea” I said and then marched off to start working with my faithful companion, the typewriter that was inside of the house.
The sun had been up for a while and I caught myself looking out the window and searching the trees. “She will be here soon old girl! Now concentrate on typing” I would criticize myself harshly.  The clock stroke two and a knock came at the door.  I leaped up and ran to grab the picnic basket along with my hat. Once I was situated I opened the door.  Mollea stood at the end of the stairs like she had when she first visited me but this time she had a dark green dress and a pink ribbon tied around her waist.  She was carrying plain black and grey books but someone, probably Mollea, had used crayon to color flowers on them.
“Good day Ms. Cashwell” Mollea beamed and I gave her a nodded.  Mollea walked into the house and closed the door.
“How was school?” I asked Mollea and she ignored it as she started curiously at me.
“Why are you all dressed up?” she asked and I winked at her.
“We are going to go pick raspberries for a pie this wonderful evening” I replied with pride.
“You grow raspberries too!” Mollea said as she glanced down the hallway that lead to the garden.
“Well yes but we’re going to pick wild ones because they make a sweeter pie” I said and she dropped her books.
“Whoops” Mollea said as she picked them up.
“Heaven’s sake Mollea! Don’t drop things!” I said crossly as I blushed from jumping at the bang the books made. I picked up one of her books and handed it to her.
“We’re going outside?” Mollea asked earnestly.
“Yes ma’am we are, now set those books in the kitchen and lets go before it gets too late to bake a pie!” I replied and she dashed off to the kitchen.
Mollea danced around me as I opened the door again.  I stared out at the hard world and Mollea looked up at me.  She took my hand in her little one and pulled me into it.
“So where do we look?” she invited and I shook my head of the evils in the air.
“In the woods of course” I said with a weak smile and Mollea smiled back at me. She let go of my hand and raced into the woods. I had to run after her until she stopped at a huge green bush.
“Is this a raspberry bush?” she asked as she peered into it.
“That’s right, now the best raspberries are at the top, not the bottom”  I replied and she jumped back to her feet.  Mollea picked the raspberries and I would hold the basket.  I have to ambit the evening air felt soft on my arms with the shawl.
  We walked back inside after we had a full basket full.  I pulled out the ingredients as Mollea played with Goldy.  Together we mixed the ingredients and put the pie into the oven. ? “I have a surprise” I said and I left Mollea in the kitchen and walked into the small bedroom that was an extra.  I opened the closet and searched for the box.  I finally found it and walked back into the kitchen. Mollea sat on the counter with her finger in the batter bowl.  She pulled her fingers out of her mouth and tucked them behind her back.
“You ate the rest of the batter without me!” I pretended to be hurt and Mollea grinned.
“I saved a huge spoonful for you” she said and held out a spoon packed with batter.  I actually smiled at her and I set the box on the table.  Mollea jumped down and walked over to me.
“What is that?” she asked me and I opened it.
“It’s a board game” I told her and her face lit up when she saw the game.
“Catch the squirrel! That’s my favorite!” Mollea exclaimed as she jumped up and down.
The game ended just in time for the pie to be done and somehow Mollea beat me.
“Can we eat it yet?” she begged and I shook my head.
“We have to let it cool” I replied as I set is by the window.
“Do we have to?” Mollea pouted and I smiled at her.
“Yes or else it won’t taste good” I said and we played another round of Catch the Squirrel.  Half way through the game I cut the pie and we both enjoyed our slices.  We had seconds and then thirds before Mollea had to go.
“Goodbye Ms. Cashwell” Mollea said as she hugged me goodbye and I walked her to the door.
“Be sure to hurry over here after school and we can finish our game” I said and she nodded excited. I watched her from the porch as I enjoyed the cold night air.
The next day I was awaken by a pounding and Goldy jumped into the air.  I slugged my way down the stairs as I rubbed my eyes. The pounding came again but it was from the door.
“Ms. Cashwell, it’s me!” Mollea yelled from the other side. I ran to the door and unlocked it. Mollea tumbled into the house and I felt the cold gust of wind race in as well.  I quickly closed the door and helped Mollea up.
“What on earth are you doing child?” I asked alarmed and she smiled as she shivered.
“Autumn is here” she replied and I furrowed my eyebrows.
“You’re going to be late to school to tell me the season is changing?” I asked her and she shook her head.
“Mother and Father have to go away for a month on business and they said I could stay with a friend, could I stay with you?  Oh pretty please!” she begged and I pulled her up stairs and into my room. I yanked off the puffy blanket from my bed and wrapped her up in it.  I couldn’t help but laugh at her.
“Well of course you can stay with me” I beamed and the giddiness bubbled out of me.  I thought I was going to cry with joy at not being alone but anger that Mollea was going to be late for school to tell me and that she ran here without a coat in this weather.  Mollea grinned from ear to ear and she jumped up to hug me.  I hugged her back and felt the warmth return into her.
“Thank you! I promise to be good!” she said and I nodded.
“You better, now where is your coat?” I asked her and she looked down to the ground.
“I don’t own one, it never got this cold where I use to live” she said embarrassed and I smiled.
I opened my closet and pulled out one of my coats.  It was black and soft.
“Here take this and this” I said as I ran down the stair with Mollea trailing behind me.  I grabbed the last slice of pie I had saved for her when she was done with school but I gave it to her along with a donut I quickly heated from my baking yesterday evening.? “Thank you!” Mollea chanted as she took a bit of the donut.
“The donut is for on the way to school so your tummy doesn’t freeze and the pie is for a lunch dessert” I said as I winked at her in my black coat.  The coat went to her knees and she had pie in one hand and donut in other.
“I’ll see you after school once I pack my things!” Mollea said and I walked her to the door.
“You better be careful my dear” I said and she nodded.  Mollea threw herself into the cold and I closed the door. I prepared the extra bed for Mollea and baked till I could bake no more.  Mollea came just as she promised with a bag stuffed full but she did not come alone.  I saw a young woman in  a yellow dress and red hair holding Mollea’s hand.  The woman knocked on my door and I fiddled with a light blue dress that had been my mother’s.  I had a white shawl wrapped around myself and my hair was up like usual.
“Ms.Cashwell?” Mollea called as they waited outside.
“She is just a person, she is just a person” I mumbled to myself as I slowly opened the door.
“Ms. Cashwell!” Mollea said as she ran up to me and gave me a hug.
“Hello Mollea, are you going to introduce me to this lovely lady?” I asked her as I looked down into her face.  I couldn’t help but smile and Mollea smiled back at me.  Mollea let go of me and ran to the lady and pulled her onto the porch.
“Good evening” replied the woman and I smiled at her.  She had bright green eyes and a warm smile.
“Mama, this is Ms. Cashwell! Ms. Cashwell this is my mother” Mollea said as she bounced up and down.
“My name is McKenna Jefferson” the lady said as she held out her hand.  I gentle took it and nodded.
“How do you do?” I asked and the woman winked.
“I am doing fantastic it’s a little cold but you know, I can’t thank you enough for taking care of Mollea for me!  It’s good to finally put a face to the famous Ms.Cashwell” she said and Mollea blushed.
“Why thank you, it’s wonderful to meet you as well, would you like to come in?” I asked when Mollea’s mother rubbed her arms.
“I would hate to intrude” she said and Mollea looked up at her mother.
“Come on in mama” Mollea said as she pulled her mother inside. Her mother looked at me as her daughter pulled her past me.
Mollea showed her mother around and I trailed behind smiling the entire time.
“Mollea, darling, I need to go pack because it’s almost time for me to leave” Mollea’s mother said as she pulled her daughter close.
“I love you mama” she whispered loudly in her mother’s ear.
“I love you too, please take care of her, I know she can be a handful” Mollea’s mother whispered back and then addressed me.
“She will and I’ll take care of her! Plus we have the cat” Mollea said perky and her mother laughed.
“Take care of the cat too” she said and she waved to us as she went out the door.  I showed Mollea to her room and we played games as we ate sweets.  Mollea woke up early every morning and would sneak into my bed on the left side. She would curl up on the end but I always knew she was there and then we would make breakfast when I woke up.  After breakfast Mollea would go to school and when she returned we would go on adventures which taught me that I still love the woods just like I did as a child.  We would also make crafts and write.  Although I never wrote a boring memoir again but instead I wrote children’s book Mollea had me read to her every night.  Even after her parents came back, Mollea still came to my house everyday and on the weekends she would stay with me.  We lived happily ever after.