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Chapter 4: The Harts no editing to this material….

Chapter 4 Meet the Harts
Bret and I were still doing the dating thing in Regina, and I saw him once a week. It was hard to fit information about our families in those limited hours that we had. I would have rather not filled him in about my family, as most of them had a weird way of living. I chose my stories carefully so as not to scare him off, but Bret pretty much openly discussed his. I think he scared me so much about them that I was very apprehensive to meet them. Bret said his family were like the Kennedy’s and not to pay too much attention to the sisters.
I had been living in Calgary for about two weeks and kept refusing to go to his parents for Sunday dinner. I was adamant in not going until one particular Sunday. I think Bret had enough of my shyness and made an ultimatum for me. I don’t think I was far off from kicking and screaming when he told me to get in the car. A few threats of breaking up and going back home was not going to deter him either. I pouted that he was the one that told me all these stories about them, which further lowered my self -esteem, and I didn’t think I was worthy enough to meet them.
He answered, “bullshit, you’re just shy.”
I knew three of the Hart boys and was quite good friends with Wayne. Bruce and Keith were like high school football players that all the girls crush on. Both were friendly and charismatic. Blonde, with frosted highlites and very tanned. Both Hart boys being as pretty as they were, were very approachable by the fans. A notable trait the entire family had. Wayne’s easy out going personality made him very attractive. He was one of the few funniest guys I have ever known. So having three allys going up to the Hart House would hopefully put my fears to rest. If the boys liked me, chances are the rest would too. But it was Bret’s sisters that I worried about.
Pulling up to Stu’s in the big silver Cadillac, I was given a few last minute pointers by Bret. “Don’t go upstairs because my Mom doesn’t like anyone to see how messy it is. Eat everything they offer you. And try not to be so shy.”
“Yeah, that’s the easy part, but what about these sisters that lie in wait for me?”
“If anyone says anything to you, we’ll leave.”
Bret and I walked up the stairs to the Hart Mansion and I took a last minute gulp of air and proceeded into meeting the “Matriarch” of the family, Helen.
Helen Hart was by no means, an ordinary woman. The moment she took my hand and cocked her head sideways and said, “Ohhh, hi dahling, welcome.” My life would forever be transformed in knowing her. This tiny elegant woman with her beautiful brown eyes and perfectly sculptured nails was so captivating that none of my fears surfaced the moment she touched me. Now, I did hear that women from New York have an unbelievable charm and I’m pretty sure who ever decreed that, was positively correct.