Rosalie Rita Lane. Her name sounded and felt like royalty. Or a porn name. Either way, it's one of my favorite names. To say it out loud... "Rosalie Rita Lane." Sounds romantic and sexy, but peaceful and serene at the same time.
She demanded attention, not by any of her our volition. She was completely deaf, however. She would stare at my lips when in conversation, this was the only way she could understand me.
We shared Freshman English class together. She sat directly in front of me.
One morning she turned around and asked me, coyly, "Do you know what time it is?" She was reaching out to me, with the intent to connect with me.
I looked right past her head, to the wall at the front of the classroom. "The clock is right there on the wall..." I replied stiffly and sarcastically.
She was clearly hurt by my staunch reply.
However, it was the beginning of the greatest young love affair of my life.
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