c'mon billy, come to me, you know i'm waiting, i love you endlessly
Nutzi was always known as the soft spoken little girl who hid behind her glasses and book. Never to draw too much attention; not in a sense that she was insecure but only because she had so many conversations running around in her head. Sometimes you found her running in the soft brown fields trying to beat her wiggly shadow on the ground or throwing sticks with her small gray dog. And just after lunch, grampa never failed to jabber on his hamm radio, when all it sounded to nutzi was static. Always looking foward to the midnight rendevous with the boy just down the old dusty road, they'd rush silently hand in hand to play hide-n-go-seek in old man jenkins corn fields.