Tulsa, Oklahoma, 1965

You’ve been on your own since- well- day one. Living off the streets, going through homes and foster care. State to state. All by yourself

Finally, you scraped up the money. And bought yourself your first house. It was pretty crappy, on the east side of town. But it was home now. With the small amount of stuff you had, you had to make due.

Over time, you made more money at your waitress job, it wasn’t much. But it worked.

But one day, you noticed your roof had a massive leak. Reluctant to spend the money, you knew you needed to get it fixed…so, you hired someone to do it

His name was Darrell Curtis, but everyone called him Darry. He lived only a few blocks down so the walk to your house wasn’t too bad. He was a roofer, thank god, he knew what he was doing.

He had greased up brown hair, and Ice grey blue eyes. Not to mention the muscles- He was a greaser. But he was kind. Not like some of the others you had met…

You felt bad that you couldn’t pay him a lot…especially since he was doing a great job…