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    We walk hand in hand back to the meerkat exhibit. I lean over the railing and watch all the meerkats run around playing with each other. There doesn’t seem to be a lower, middle, or upper class society. They all just happily coexist. Oh, to be a meerkat. Their life seems so simple, and they all seem to get along.
    After about ten minutes of enjoying the meerkats, I turn to tell Aiden we can go, but he’s not there. I frantically search the crowd; he has to be here, he just has to be. My heart sinks. I guess he isn’t that different from Reno after all. Maybe all men are just like Reno. I look to my left, then to my right one more time, and my heart breaks. I don’t see him anywhere. All the cartwheels, somersaults, and backflips just ended in a big old belly flop. A painful, stinging, belly flop.
    I guess I’ll just walk back to the car and wait for him, hopefully it’s still there. This wouldn’t be the first time a man left me behind, either. I’ve had to call a cab or take a bus home, that’s nothing new. I walk through the crowd with my head hung. I look up to move out of the way of a child, and then I see him. I see Aiden walking my way with his hands full and with a breathtaking, devastatingly handsome smile on his face. He stops in front of me with a stuffed meerkat and an ice cream cone. Now, I know I said if he bought me an ice cream cone, this would be one of my top five days ever. I lied. This is the best day ever. It’s so good that I can’t control the tears that flow down my cheeks.
    “What’s wrong? Did something happen while I was gone? I knew I should have told you I’d be right back. You were so happy looking at the meerkats,” he says. He unwraps the napkin from around the ice cream cone, then dabs at my stitches. “You aren’t supposed to get these wet yet,” he says, dabbing gently. “There, all better,” he says, handing me the ice cream.
    I take the ice cream and give it a lick. Best ice cream ever. He hands me the meerkat and I snuggle it to my chest. He takes my other hand, then we walk back to his car as I finish my ice cream.
     

Chapter 3
     
    Aiden
     
    I’m not exactly sure what’s going on with Savvy, but I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all. I’m getting the feeling that she hasn’t been treated right by very many people in her life, especially by men. She said she’s never been to the zoo, and I’m thinking there are a lot of places that she’s never been to. I find myself thinking of places that I want . . . no need, to take her to.
    I drive back to my house and park in the driveway. I open the garage door and see her poor car; someone should take it to the pick-and-pull and put it out of its misery. Luckily, one of the many gifts my dad gave his children was the gift of being self-sufficient. I may be a lawyer, wear designer suits, and drive a sports car, but I also know how to work on cars and do just about anything there is to do around the house. I used to get so annoyed with my dad on the weekends when he’d want to teach me something new. He’d drag us boys out to the garage and teach us electrical, plumbing, carpentry, cars, you name it we did it. Now I’d give just about anything to have him back, knocking on my bedroom door at six in the morning saying, ‘ let’s hit it,’ and teaching me something else. As I became older, it wasn’t about him teaching me something. It was about spending that time with him. I miss spending time with my dad.
    “Come on inside and make yourself at home. We’ll get you settled, then I’ll take a look at your car,” I tell her, and take her bags from her.
    I put her bags on the floor by the couch, then go into my bedroom and change my clothes. I put on an old pair of faded jeans that are ripped at the knees, and a ratty t-shirt that’s full of grease stains. When I come out, Savvy’s sitting Indian style on the couch with her books in her lap, and a pencil balancing between her upper lip and