I swiveled my head back and forth between Daisy and Gabe on the porch. Gabe's face had gone all soft and sloppy when his eyes landed on Daisy. He was smiling like a fool, as he practically tripped over himself to come carry her duffel-bag into the house. If possible, the house was more of a wreck on the inside than it was on the outside, in its half-renovated state. "Sorry for the mess," Gabe mumbled apologetically. "My brother and I bought this, we were going to fix it up together. Then he got sick, and..." he trailed off sadly.
"Its a beautiful old house," I said, trying to dispel a little of his gloom. "When its finished it will be a real knock-out."
Gabe rubbed the back of his neck, and kept staring at Daisy. "Yeah, maybe. Look this was kind of sudden and uh, I don't reall
