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Lady in Red

Impatience

Lady in Red – Chapter 8
The days flew by in a blur for Beth, and yet Friday couldn’t get there fast enough. Each day at school was more of the same, just observing as Mrs. Shelor ran her lesson plans. Beth understood why it was necessary, but she couldn’t help being bored just watching. She couldn’t wait to start working with the kids. After school on Friday, she and Susie started planning what classes she’d be “taking over”. She was excited to begin with the little kindergarteners, even if it was just to do the little warm-ups before class really started. As the week went on, she’d be running warm ups for all classes, and that suited her just fine.

Beth had told Susie about her date with Daryl, not able to contain her excitement. Beth still didn’t have any idea where they were going, but she wasn’t worried. Susie smiled warmly as they got ready to leave for the weekend, wishing her luck.

When Beth got home, she worked on her school journal, making notes of what she had observed so far, thinking back on the past week. While she was supposed to be concentrating on her school week, she couldn’t help but think of Daryl. She was worried about Daryl always having something going that they couldn’t see each other during the week. She knew she was being a little selfish, that he had a life outside of her, just like she had one outside of him. Still, her curiosity was getting the better of her, and her vivid imagination was not helping matters any. She forced herself to calm down all week, convincing herself that it was all in her head, but there was still that niggling feeling in the back of her mind that told her something was going on, and she might not like it.

Well, I’ll have him sitting right in front of me in just a few hours,
she thought. Now I just can’t lose my nerve to ask him.

When she’d finished journaling for the week, Beth started to get ready for their date. She wasn’t sure what to wear since she still didn’t know where they were going, and Daryl hadn’t even told her if it was a casual place or not. She went with a cute floral print skirt and a simple button down shirt with cute strappy sandals. She ran a curling iron through her long blonde locks and pinned them back, creating a cascade of curls flowing down her back. She applied some mascara, eye shadow, and some shimmery lip gloss and gave herself one last approving look in the mirror before heading to the living room to wait on the couch.

It was past 6:30 and Beth was starting to get anxious. It didn’t help that she didn’t have anything to distract her, to make the time go by faster. She hadn’t had a ton of time to look at cable companies to get set up in her apartment. She tried reading a book, one of her favorites, but the words just swam in front of her face, never really registering, so she’d have to reread each paragraph two or three times. She slammed the book down impatiently on the couch next to her. She had already called him twice, but both calls went straight to voicemail. She figured any texts would go unanswered, as well.

Where the heck was he?

The least he could do was call before he left, let her know a ball park guess of when he’d be arriving. The longer Beth sat, the more she thought, and fumed. She checked the clock again. 6:40. Seriously?!?

The clock ticked past 6:45 and Beth got up to change into her jammies, ready to call in for Chinese and call it a night. Just as she crossed through the doorway to her room, she heard a knock on her front door. She stormed over and flung the door open, ready with a tongue lashing that would cast him into next week.

The sight of Daryl standing there in a crisp button down shirt and jeans stopped her in her tracks. The look on his face was one of complete contrition and nearly stopped her heart. He gazed up at her through his shaggy hair, his blue eyes piercing straight through to her heart. He looked tired and worn, like he’d just been through the wringer. Without even thinking twice, all the angry thoughts flew out of her head as she reached out to hug him and bring him inside. “Daryl, what’s wrong?” she asked once she had closed the door behind him and slipped back into his arms.

Daryl did nothing but hold her for several moments. He finally sighed deeply, “It’s just been a long ass day…a long ass week. Two guys called in sick today so I was pretty much on my own and the boss had me stay late. Then more shit came up that I had to deal with right away and my phone died…guess I forgot to charge it last night. Then I got caught in fuckin’ traffic…I’m so sorry I made you wait, Beth.” She hugged him tighter, as if she could somehow squeeze the sorrow out of his voice. “God dammit!” he said angrily. Beth leaned back and looked up at him worriedly. His eyes were focused somewhere behind her. “I forgot the damn level. I can fuck anything up.”

All the frustration that had been building within her moments ago had been completely replaced by sympathy and compassion. She snuggled into his chest, pulling him tightly to her. She could feel his heart beating beneath her cheek. She moved her hands up over his chest, linking her fingers behind his neck. Beth turned her head to kiss his jaw, then his cheek, then planted a soft kiss against his lips. She tilted his head towards hers and pressed her forehead against his, then pulled back again to look up into his sad, almost fearful eyes. “It’s okay, Daryl. Really, it’s okay.” She let up on his neck and loosened her grip on him. “Are you sure you wanna still go out tonight? We could just stay in and order out, just relax together.”

Daryl shook his head, “No. I’ve been promising you I’d take you out. ‘Sides, you deserve to be taken out, especially looking the way you do.” His eyes danced between hers and softened a little as his gaze roamed over her. He brought up a hand to twirl one of her curls around his fingers. “You look beautiful.” His voice was almost a whisper, full of emotion.

Beth’s heart flip-flopped in her chest and a nervous smile stretched across her face. “You look really nice, too, Daryl.” Her fingers absently smoothed his collar and the shoulders of his shirt then trailed down over his torso before she backed out of his embrace. She took a deep calming breath in and asked, “So, where are we going?”

Daryl looked down at her, “Chinese okay?” his eyebrows curved with apprehension.

She couldn’t contain the laugh that had bubbled up and out of her mouth. “How did you know?”

His brow furrowed in confusion, “Know what?”

Beth looked down at her fingers, nervously knotting them together then back up to meet his worried stare. “Well,” she stammered, “I kind of started thinking that you might not show up tonight. I was just about ready to say ‘Screw it,’ and order Chinese for myself.”

Daryl’s face fell. “Shit, I’m really sorry Beth.” He looked like he was about to continue, but Beth cut him off.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she tried to soothe his obviously frayed nerves. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters. Come on,” she said, grabbing her purse. “Let’s get going. I’m hungry,” she grinned up at him playfully and kissed him quickly on the lips.

They stepped out onto the landing of her steps. As Beth locked the door behind her, they heard thunder rumbling in the distance. “Hey, um...” Daryl began, looking up at the darkening sky, “with you looking like ya do and the sky looking like that, I’m thinking maybe we shouldn’t take the bike tonight. I know I’m s’posed to be taking you out, but um,” he looked back to her sheepishly, “would you mind driving tonight?”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind,” Beth said as she turned and headed down the steps with Daryl following her. She walked over to her car and was surprised to find Daryl was no longer behind her. Startled, she looked around, searching for him and saw he had gone to his motorcycle, pulling a dark gray cover from one of the side compartments and working to drape it over the handlebars and stretching it over the seat, pulling the sides so they hung down to the ground, protecting the bike from any rain that might fall. Once he finished, he walked back up the driveway and folded himself into the passenger seat of Beth’s car.

She tried to hold back her giggle. “You can move the seat back if you need to,” seeing how uncomfortable he must be in her tiny car.

“Yeah, I might do that,” his voice strained. His knees were almost up to his chest, not looking the least bit comfortable.

Beth watched a moment as he fumbled around to find the lever to scoot the seat back. “Here,” she offered, taking pity on him. She reached between his legs, inadvertently pressing her breast against his thigh. She found the lever and lifted it, causing the seat to fly backwards suddenly, surprising them both. “Better?”

Daryl looked down at her hand, now resting on the seat between his legs. “Yeah, uh…thanks,” he muttered. His eyes met hers. Beth was slightly taken aback at the heat blazing in the crystalline blue depths.

Beth retracted her hand and started the car. “Where to, Mr. Dixon?” She caught his grin and followed his directions through town.

From the outside, the restaurant didn’t look all that impressive. The faded sign only read, “China Restaurant,” and posted the hours, though more than a few letters were missing from the marquee. Inside wasn’t much better; most benches in the booths lining the walls had cracks and tears in the vinyl seats; the paint on the chairs was chipped and peeling. Despite being dinner time on a Friday night, the place was almost empty. Beth gave Daryl a skeptical look, which he returned with a smirk and a wink. The hostess, a tiny woman with jet black hair, came over to seat them. Daryl offered his arm, which Beth took, reminiscent of when they walked the aisle at Maggie and Glenn’s wedding, and followed the woman to a table. Daryl held her chair out for Beth, making her giggle, then sat on the adjacent side.

Beth looked around, taking in the décor, complete with the obligatory paintings of bamboo forests and pandas, koi ponds, and dragons. “So…come here often?” she joked, as she picked up her menu.

Daryl scoffed and shook his head. “No. It’s a little out of the way for me.”

It dawned on Beth that she didn’t know where he lived. “Out of the way? How far off do you live?”

The waitress came by to take their drink orders and retreated to the tiny bar to fill them. Daryl looked back at Beth and gave her a little smile. “I’m not far from your dad’s actually. I’m not exactly on the same end of town as him, but…” he trailed off and shrugged his shoulders.

Beth blinked at him. “Daryl! Oh my gosh, I didn’t realize. You seem to know your way around up here, so I just assumed you lived nearby.”

Daryl shook his head. “Nah. Used to. Moved back down south not too long ago.” Beth waited for him to continue, but he didn’t, and she didn’t want to push the subject. Eventually he added, “’t’s why I can’t ever come over for dinner. By the time I get off work and get all the grease off me and get up here, it’d easily be 6:30 or 7. I don’t want you to have to wait on me to eat.”

“I wouldn’t mind. You’re worth the wait, Daryl,” Beth said sincerely, lowering her menu to show him she was giving her full attention.

“You know,” Daryl continued their conversation, “if ya woulda stayed at yer parent’s house, we’d be a lot closer. Not complainin’, I’m just sayin’”

Beth giggled and answered, “Yeah, but if I was still at my parent’s house, you still wouldn’t be coming over as much anyway. If you did, we’d have to be on our very best behavior.” She noticed a slight blush creep into his cheeks just as the tiny waitress returned with their beverages and to take their dinner orders. “Oh my gosh, I haven’t hardly looked at my menu.”

Beth was caught off guard and was having a hard time deciding what she wanted. Daryl asked, “Do ya like spicy?” She nodded. “Chicken, beef, pork or seafood?”

“Chicken’s fine,” she answered.

Daryl winked and said, “Trust me,” and turned to the waitress. “An order of hot braised chicken, an order of sweet and sour chicken.” He turned back to Beth. “Egg rolls or crab rangoon?”

Beth decided, “Crab rangoon.” She was a little thrown having someone order for her. No one had done that for her since she was little. There was something romantic about it, though; Daryl was once again taking care of her, and his donning this take charge attitude was kind of a turn on. She smiled as the waitress nodded and ran off to place their order. Once she was gone, Beth started, “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” Daryl responded, bringing his beer bottle to his lips.

“Well, you’re a mechanic, right? Do you do anything else?”

He lowered his bottle and shook his head. “No...” his answer was almost a question, his tone clearly one that indicated he was trying to figure out where she was going with this.

“You aren’t, like, an office manager or shift leader or anything like that?”

“Nope. Just a mechanic.” His eyes narrowed as he set down his bottle and leaned his elbows on the table.

“I’m sorry,” Beth worried that she was crossing some sort of line of privacy. His body language was screaming that he was becoming upset by the topic. I haven’t asked anything super personal. What’s the problem? She pressed on, “Well, you always say you’ve got meetings to go to after work, and I can’t help but wonder...what goes on at a mechanic’s meeting?”

Daryl instantly relaxed, even laughed a little with relief. “Well, we do have meetings about safety recalls and schedules and things like that, but...” he trailed off, then cleared his throat and began again. “I guess I should have told you up front. Don’t exactly like talking about it much. I, uh...I go to NA and AA meetings.”

Beth’s eyes widened in near shock then flickered questioningly to the beer he had just pulled a sip from. Daryl must have noticed where she was looking and laughed again and took her hand in his. “I’m a sponsor, Beth. Merle...he was going down a real dangerous road and his old lady, Carol, told him to get his ass some help or she’d leave him. I owe him a lot...it’s the least I could do.”

Beth suddenly didn’t care if they were in public or not; she had the urgent desire to kiss him then and there. Her heart as so full of love for this man beside her, and at the same time was melting into a puddle of emotions. She pulled her hand from his and grabbed his elbow, tugging on it, bringing him close so she could kiss him. She felt him readjust, as she had caught him off balance, and smiled against him before sealing her lips over his again. She leaned back, only slightly, and whispered, “You are the most amazing man.” Her eyes met his and she could see a mixture of pride, relief, doubt, and...some other deep hidden emotion that surfaced only briefly before hiding itself away again.

The waitress surprised them both when she returned with a tray full of food. Beth helped herself to some of the sweet and sour chicken and veggies then took a couple pieces of the hot braised chicken. She felt Daryl’s gaze upon her as he watched her take a cautious first bite. Her teeth crunched into the sauce covered but still crispy breading and further into the juicy meat beneath it. The sauce had a certain sweetness to it, mixed with just the hint of a tartness. She hummed approvingly and swallowed. “That’s not so...oh, there it is.” The back of her throat started to warm and tingle, the hidden heat revealing itself, “Oh my gosh is that good! I think I have a new favorite.”

Daryl smiled widely at her as he dug in to his own plate of food. Beth giggled as she watched him eat, shoveling heaping forkfuls into his mouth, barely swallowing before he took the next bite. “Got somewhere to be?” she asked, taking another bite of the secretly spicy food.
He looked up at her guiltily and swallowed, wiping his mouth on his napkin. “Sorry,” he said, straightening in his chair, “force of habit.”

“It’s fine,” Beth grinned and followed the urge to rest her hand upon his arm. Their eyes met, and there was that heat in his gaze again. She blushed and looked away and took back her hand, pretending to suddenly be interested in her crab Rangoon. “Do you eat on the run a lot?”

“Something like that,” Daryl muttered. “Ain’t always a good idea to take your time eating when your hungr...hunting,” he corrected, quickly looking back to his plate. “Don’t get much of a lunch break at the garage, either.”

“Oh.” Beth pondered on his words for a moment. Should I ask? Why not? He doesn’t have to answer if he doesn’t want to. “Did you say hunting? Or hungry?” Daryl only lowered his head so his chin almost touched his chest. Beth set down her fork and turned in her chair to fully face him, took his large hand in both of hers. He looked almost...ashamed. “Daryl...talk to me. Please?”

As much as she tried, she couldn’t get him to look up at her. His shoulders were shrugged, tensing up. He finally released the breath he’d apparently been holding. “Had a pretty shitty childhood. Most days we didn’t get three squares to eat. Hell, we were lucky to get one sometimes. My dad was always pissed off over something, can’t remember a time he wasn’t drunk or high. Never wanted to linger at the table. Just eat and high tail it outta there before he got half a mind to...” he trailed off. “Merle taught me to hunt, how to set up camp. Kept me fed and out of the house.”

Beth could understand why Daryl felt he owed his brother so much, and couldn’t blame him. She stared at him, this man who always seemed so strong and confident but who ended up having insecurities just like she did. She somehow knew he didn’t want to hear that she felt sorry for him, but she couldn’t just sit there in silence, and didn’t want to move on as if nothing happened. “I’m glad you had Merle there for you. It had to be hard, growing up like that.” Her thumbs smoothed over the rough skin covering his knuckles before releasing his hand. She wanted to ask him so many more questions, but he did not look in the mood to delve any deeper into his past than he already had. “This food is delicious, Daryl. Thank you for taking me here.”

Daryl peeked up at her and grinned, a certain relief in his features now that the conversation was no longer focused on him. They chatted back and forth through the rest of the meal, as if they hadn’t talked every night this past week. Both finished up their meals, not leaving any leftovers. The waitress brought them the check and two fortune cookies.

Beth picked up both cookies and made a show of selecting which one she wanted before handing Daryl his. “You first,” she smiled.

Daryl rolled his eyes then unwrapped the cookie and cracked it open. He cleared his throat and read, “The current year will bring you much happiness.”

“In bed,” Beth added with a wicked grin. Daryl looked at her in shock. “What? You never done that before? Where you add ‘in bed’ to the end of your fortune?”

“No,” he said quietly.

“Now Daryl. You’re telling me you’ve never played the “In bed” game?” she teased with mock incredulity until she realized what she’d just said. She was glad they were both blushing. She swallowed and plowed on, opening her own cookie. “My turn. Let’s see... ‘You will find true happiness just around the corner.’” She glanced up at Daryl and tried to control her blush.

“In bed,” his voice sounded low and sinful; Beth’s heart was threatening to leap right out of her chest. Daryl took out his wallet, producing a credit card and nodded in the direction of the cash register. Beth followed him, her knees knocking the whole way there. He paid the bill and guided her out the door, placing his hand on the small of her back.

When they reached her car, Daryl walked with her to the driver’s side. Beth went to open her door, but Daryl took her hand and turned her to face him. Without any warning, he cupped her face and dropped his lips onto hers, claiming her mouth with his tongue. He stepped even closer to her, pressing her against her car door. Beth could only hold on to the sides of his shirt, her arms nearly pinned to her sides by his.

When he pulled away, they were both panting for breath, electricity sparking between them, their eyes fixed on each other, Beth’s wide with wonder, Daryl’s speaking the words he couldn’t form on his own. Beth recognized immediately what he was trying to convey; he wanted her, badly, and she felt very much the same way. The realization had her wanting to kiss him again, to take him back to her apartment and see where things went.

Daryl beat her to the punch, dropping another sweet kiss on her already swollen lips then forcing himself away from her. Beth opened her mouth to protest, not letting go of his shirt, but he stopped her. “Don’t worry, buttercup. The night’s not over yet. Come on, let’s get outta here.” He reached behind her and opened the door for her, helping her into her seat and leaning in for another quick kiss before walking around to his side of the car.

Beth started up the car and prepared to make the turn to head back to her apartment, the butterflies filling her stomach matched by the fluttering of her heart. She was about to pull into traffic when Daryl stopped her. “Hey, take a right here. Date’s not over yet.” Intrigued, Beth grinned at him and changed direction. She followed his directions leading them to a bar not far from the restaurant.

When Beth parked and got a good look at the sign, she knew just what he was up to. “Oh my god! Karaoke?”

“I did say I’d take you here, be yer bodyguard,” he reminded her. “C’mon. Let’s get you signed up.” He get out of the car and met her outside her car door. Once she was standing, he slipped his arm around her, his hand resting on her hip, and together they walked into the bar.

It wasn’t as crowded as Beth had imagined it would be, but she supposed it was still pretty early for a Friday night crowd. They found a small table, where Daryl deposited her and then went to the bar to get drinks for the both of them. A woman came over with her arms full of binders, dropping one off for Beth to look through. She was still thumbing through the list of songs when Daryl returned. “Find anything ya wanna sing?”

“Yeah, I have a couple ideas,” Beth answered. “What about you? Are you gonna sing something?”

Daryl grimaced, “Nah...I don’t think that’s such a great idea.” He took a pull from his beer and added, “Wouldn’t wanna upstage ya,” and winked at her mischievously.

“Oh really? Well, you’re on, Dixon! Come on, pick something. Please? For me?” she playfully begged.

Daryl shook his head and rolled his eyes, but eventually pulled the binder so it sat between the two of them, casually looking at the song titles. Once they had both made their choices and written them down on the provided slips of paper, Daryl walked them up to the karaoke booth.

When he came back to their table, he sat back, scooting her chair closer to his, and draped his arm along the back of it. Beth leaned into him, a movement that felt natural to her. “I’m having a really nice time, Daryl,” she spoke into his ear, making sure she was heard over the din of the other noisy patrons.

He leaned over to her, “Me, too. It’s been a long time since I got to take a pretty girl out for the night.” The low baritone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

“Well, I’m glad I could help,” she smiled.

Daryl bent as if he were going to say something else, but instead nuzzled her neck just beneath her ear, his goatee tickling her and making her giggle. She let out a loud gasp as she felt his mouth suck on her ear lobe, his teeth gently closing down on it. Beth heard his grin when he murmured, “Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”

Before she could respond...or retaliate...she heard her name come over the loud speaker. She shot Daryl a look that said Oh, this SO isn’t over and made her way to the stage area.

The opening bassline to Patty Loveless’ I Try to Think About Elvis began and Beth began.

I try to think about Elvis, Memphis, Oprah in the afternoon
I try to think about palm trees, Fig leaves, The creature from the black lagoon
I try to think about high heels, And good deals, Anything to get me through
I just can't concentrate, You're all I think about these days

I try to contemplate the cosmos, What goes Round and round the sky at night
I try to think about champagne, Freight trains Slowly rolling out of sight
I try to focus on the headlines, Street crimes, Everytime I think I might
I just can't concentrate, You're all I think about these days

My mind wanders where it will, When it settles right on you
I forget what I should say, I forget what I should do


During the short interlude, Beth did her best impromptu dance, laughing at herself the whole time.

My mind wanders where it will, When it settles right on you
I forget what I should say, I forget what I should do


The music cut out suddenly, and she whispered into the microphone, “Come on, Bethy, get it together...” and prepared for the key change.

I try to think about Shakespeare, Leap year, The Beatles or the Rolling Stones
I try to think about hair-do's, Tattoos, Sushi bars and saxophones
I try to think about the talk shows, New clothes, But I guess I should have known
I just can't concentrate, You're all I think about these days
You're all I think about these days


The bar erupted in applause for Beth; she thanked them and replaced the mic on the stand and made her way through the crowd back to the table to see Daryl grinning at her. She was suddenly glad for the dim lighting in the bar so perhaps he wouldn’t notice just how much she was blushing.

A few more singers came and went before Daryl’s name was called. Before he got up, he pulled a long drink from his beer and shoved himself off the chair, forcing himself up to the stage. Beth’s face split with a wide smile as she recognized the song by the quick piano introduction.

Baby let me be your lovin' teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck And lead me anywhere
Oh, let me be (Oh, let him be)
Your teddy bear


I don't wanna be a tiger, 'Cause tigers play too rough
I don't wanna be a lion, 'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enough


Just wanna be, your teddy bear

put your chain around my neck, And lead me anywhere
Oh, let me be (Oh, let him be)
Your teddy bear


Baby let me be, around you every night
Run your fingers through my hair, And cuddle me real tight
Oh, let me be (Oh, let him be)
Your teddy bear


I don't wanna be a tiger, 'Cause tigers play too rough
I don't wanna be a lion, 'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enough


Just wanna be, your teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck, And lead me anywhere
Oh, let me be (Oh, let him be)
Your teddy bear

Oh, let me be (Oh, let him be)
Your teddy bear
I just wanna be your teddy bear


His singing wasn’t the best, in fact he was off-pitch through most of the song, but Beth applauded louder than anyone else in the building, almost in tears because of how happy he had just made her. He had done that just for her, and she absolutely loved him for it.

When he finally returned to the table, she wrapped his arms around him and planted a kiss against his lips. It took all her strength not to crawl into his lap right then and there and lose herself in his arms. Instead she left a trail of kisses over his cheek until her lips were right next to his ear.

“Let’s go home, Daryl.”

Notes

I know. I’m just leaving cliffhangers everywhere these days...and I’m not sorry. This chapter would be positively beastly if I were to continue from here. The good news is I know exactly what’s going to happen in the next chapter, so...that’s something, right? Maybe it won’t take so long to update? I’ll do my best, that much I can promise you.
Give credit where credit is due, right? They karaoked to “I Try to Think About Elvis” by Patty Loveless, written by Gary Burr and “(Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear) by Elvis Presley, written by Kal Mann and Bernie Lowe. (See what I did there? I’m such a clever dork...)
Thanks for all the support this story has been getting lately! I hope this chapter helped answer some of your questions. Thanks for the many, many reviews, and proceeding conversations I had with many of you. I try to respond to all of them, but sometimes it takes me a while to get around to it. Love you all dearly!

Comments

@Jubilee124

I will definitely keep this story going. Right now I'm working on Man in Black, the companion story to Lady in Red. Exactly the same things happen, but it's all from Daryl's point of view. I've left it neglected for far too long, so I'm working on getting that all caught up, then I'll post for both stories at the same time. Thanks for reading and leaving a comment!

rckyfrk rckyfrk
7/27/16

OMG....after so long I finally got more. I love it. But it's not enough!!!!! Please say you will keep this story going? :-D

Jubilee124 Jubilee124
7/14/16

@Tripper

The story will definitely continue. I'm working on getting Man in Black caught up to this one, then update them simultaneously. It'll take a little while, but I'll get there, I promise. Thanks for reading!

rckyfrk rckyfrk
7/10/16

I know I just stumbled across this story, but does it continue beyond chapter 17?

Tripper Tripper
7/9/16

I can't believe I didn't realize this was you @rckyfrk lol!

Piper97 Piper97
7/21/15