One Saturday Freddie got us tickets to the Grand Ole Opry. It was great. Some of the legends were there, along with established acts, and talented newcomers. Freddie had played there three times.

We talked, we held hands, we kissed, sometimes pretty intensely, but we slept in separate rooms.

I think both of us wanted to be really sure.

I did insist we go home once a month. We stayed in my house and spent most of time with my parents. Dottie loved her. She would smile at me when Moira wasn't looking, and the first visit we had she slipped a small note in my pocket.

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