A Slice of Life
Bill Lites
I bought my first car during my senior year of high school. A 1940 Chevrolet Coupe that cost me $50. It wasn’t much of a car when I bought it, but I spent a lot of time and elbow-grease restoring it. As it turned out, all that work was well worth the effort, because I managed to finish fixing it up just in time to use it when I happened to meet, DiVoran, “The Love of My Life” (of course I didn’t know it at the time).
I knew DiVoran’s brother, David, from working with him at Furr’s Super Market. When he told her he knew this guy named Bill Lites at work who had a car and a motorcycle, she said, “I know a Bill Lites from school. He’s in my English class. He seems like a nice guy, except that he’s a clown, and drives our teacher, Miss Miller, to distraction. One day, he came to English class wearing a pair of bright red corduroy pants and a matching red corduroy “Ike” Jacket. Boy did that disrupt the class. Miss Miller was beside herself. She was walking sideways, back and forth across the room (like a crab), rubbing her hands together. He is also in the typing class before me, and uses the same desk and typewriter I do.”
Until then I didn’t know DiVoran was David’s sister, and she didn’t know that I knew her brother. She also didn’t know my best friend, Bud, who I also worked with at Furr’s. Somehow I discovered she knew this girl, Rita, I was interested in. So one day, after English class, I asked her if I could walk her to her locker. I took her books, and we talked about surface things until we got to her locker. She exchanged her books, and when we were ready to head to our next class, I said, “Can I ask you a question?” She said, “Yes.” And I asked her if she thought Rita would go out with me. She hesitated for a second, and with a startled look said, “I guess so, but you’ll have to ask her.” She told me later (many years later) that she was impressed that I asked to carry her books, as no one had ever carried her books before. She also told me she thought, at the time, that I was interested in her, and was going to ask her out. I guess that was the reason for the slight hesitation and startled look, after I asked her about Rita.
At some point after that my friend, Bud, said he saw me talking to DiVoran, and wanted to know if I thought she would go out with him. I told him to ask her, and see what she said. By this time I had gotten up the courage to ask Rita out. So, when Bud asked DiVoran out, and to make her feel more at ease, he suggested that since she knew Rita, maybe he and DiVoran could go on a double-date with Rita and me. Everyone agreed to that arrangement, and things seemed to work out, and the four of us started running around together. After a while, for some reason, DiVoran and I got to the point where we felt more comfortable around each other than we did with our partners. I began calling her to find out how Rita felt about me. When I did, she would ask me about Bud’s feelings for her. This turned into a regular thing, and over time the two of us became good friends.
——To Be Continued—–
DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn. She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”
Old Things R New 
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