Though it was never clear to Rock which of his relatives had died, he was pleased to see so many of his first cousins from the Crutchfield family gathered at Carol Crutchfield's house near Russellville. There were even a few members of the Aikman family there, aunts and uncles and cousins of Rock's cousins from the Crutchfield side, Crutch and Jill.
Rock stood next to Rob, an Aikman about Crutch's age, who pointed out a blonde who had just arrived. "I can't remember her name, but I think she's the head of state parks and tourism," Rob said.
Rock thought she looked exactly like a writer from Economist magazine he had seen on Charlie Rose the night before. She was tall and slim with small, simple features and a universal sort of loveliness that turned heads across the room.
Moments later, as she spoke to a nearby group, Rob tapped Rock's arm. "Hey man, take a look at that pad she's holding," he whispered.
There was a yellow legal pad tucked under her arm nearest them, and among the notes handwritten on it, one stood out: "Ask Rock out or wait for him to ask you out."
Rock was immediately confused. The message made no sense to him. "That's crazy," he said. "I've never seen her before."
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