“Just, come on Frank, it’ll be over soon.” Joe sighs, holding the door open for the already 16 year old Frankie who had a doctor’s appointment. Frankie had always hated the doctor for some reason…maybe he was scared that he’d find out if he had diabetes like his brother, Nick. Frankie hesitatingly walks in, and they sit down in the waiting room across from other people in need of the doctor’s help. Joe sighs, and all of a sudden he hears a small child’s voice squeal. Upon looking up he could have sworn he took his last breath right then and there, because this…woman he saw was just fascinating beautiful. She’s got stunningly natural red hair, swollen, worn out green eyes, and a fading smile as she furrowed her brow, looking over at her crying little child. Her nose is red and big fat tears roll down her face. Joe doesn’t think, but he gets up from his seat fishing out a handkerchief in his pocket, kneeling down, eye-level to the little girl as he gives her a gentle smile, “Not feeling so good, sweetheart?” he asks, putting the handkerchief under the little girls nose, smiling when she doesn’t react to his touch. Joe wipes her nose, then turning the cloth around to wipe her small tears. She sniffs, and immediately she starts to giggle. “How’d you do that?” the woman asks, her pure voice like honey pouring over Joe’s ears. Joe looked up at her, his crispy golden eyes watching her own carefully, testing, “I have a son her age. I know how to handle these little buggers.” he said, tickling her stomach as both he and she hear her little piercing giggle. Joe looks up at her again, feeling his heart swell as he wonders how a woman can be so beautiful. “I’m Joe.” he says, sticking out his hand for a handshake. She looks at it with a smile, putting her pale hand in contrast to his olive skinned one, “Carolyn. Nice to meet you in a place like this.” She laughed, causing Joe to lose his breath yet again.