No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Susie nodded, then continued with a casual tone, "You know, Licia, I've actually developed this weird liking for pool. Funny thing, I never had anything to do with it before, but for some reason, I'm just drawn to it now. And, get this... after my surgery, my tastes in food, my opinions, even the way I think about stuff, it's all shifted." "Hey, do you think it's because of the heart I got? I read somewhere that when you get an organ transplant, you might pick up some habits or likes from its previous owner," Susie said, her eyes wide with curiosity, practically begging me for an answer.

I mean, I've heard about this in documentaries and such, but medically speaking, it's supposed to be a myth. Yet, there's no shortage of stories out there. It's not just heart transplants, either. Folks who've had liver transplants end up changing their dietary preferences, like someone who couldn't stand spicy food suddenly can't get enough of it. "Could be," I said, glancing at her chest where another person's heart beat within.

"Oh, but look at us getting sidetracked. Weren't we talking about my brother? Licia, I'm telling you, he might seem cold on the outside, but deep down, he's definitely got a soft spot for you," Susie said with conviction.

That got me thinking about the news I stumbled upon earlier - Brown ending up in the hospital, and the whole pool ball incident. If it were anyone else, they'd have chosen a different prank, not that. It had to be connected to last night when he teasingly called me "pool girl" and challenged me to a game.

Could Ernest be the one behind it?

With that thought, I quickly texted Grant: Was Ernest behind what happened to that guy last night?

His reply came instantly: Who else?

But then he retracted the message, only to send another: Not too sure, you might want to ask him directly.

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relationship with your brother

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Susie

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a local businessman

to others in the neighborhood.

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