..."Milton. I'm Opal Lynn Milton," she announced proudly, sitting straight up and then crossing her right leg over her left knee in an overtly feminine gesture.
"And who are you exactly, Miss Opal Lynn Milton?... What lies underneath?"
I could tell she was giving it some thought. Was she going to be honest or feed me a line of bull? I stayed silent, giving her time to decide as I gazed upon her delicate lips.
She stared out into the street for a time and then finally replied, "I like waking up to rainy days and hearing the rain splash off the roof. Sometimes I curl up in bed and just listen. The sound of the water drops are magical...for each rain drop that you hear, somebody's wish is being granted." She paused and then looked at me.
"I like the way I feel when I cry at a stupid romance movie. Oh ... and I love the smell of Mom's homemade bread. One whiff two blocks away and I can tell she's been baking....How's that?"
"Wow, that's good." My god, who was this girl, I thought.