Danny went to the old back porch to see a late model black Lincoln Towncar pulling into his driveway. He stepped off the porch as the car door opened and a black haired woman stood up looking all around. When she turned her face toward Danny a big smile broke out on her face. Danny sucked in his breath like he had been punched in the gut. There stood Lisa, the woman who had been tormenting his dreams. Her beautiful black flowing hair, her creamy perfect complexion, and emerald eyes surrounded by long black eyelashes still could bind him speechless. She closed the car door and walked up to him smiling and said, “Hi, Danny.” Frisker sniffed around the car, the ash tree swayed with the breeze that had come up, the pigs made their pig noises that they made when they wanted fed, and the girls were returning to the house carrying the kittens. Finally, he got his voice back and walked toward her and said, “Hello, Lisa.
