But, Amy was clearly the first to express the desire to make this for all of time when she blurted out 'My future Husband! O.o. These and a million other gestures let them know that they liked each other 'alottle'.Įarl may have been the first to say those magic words that signaled this was more than just a tryst, even if it was out of Amy's earshot.

They would walk each other to work, text songs when they missed each other, and fall asleep Skyping when they were apart. Caught killers in bars and caves, through time, and even into space, during their murder mystery costume parties. They danced to the subtle tones of a jazz pianist while the rest of the restaurant looked on. It would be years before Earl worked up the courage to ask her out.Īmy and Earl spent the next 4 years growing closer through both big and small adventures. They became fast friends and eventually, Sharky invited Amy over for dinner and met his roommate, Earl, a rather unassuming guy who apparently had a dislike for homemade cookies as he would run off any time Amy would stop by to visit and offer to do some baking. In 2007, Amy moved to Boston for a market research consulting position and she set out to find friends through volleyball, which is where she met Sharky and Kat.

Known as the reign of the 'First Wife', over the next several years, Earl and Sharky would stay together through thick and thin, Somerville and then Medford, until Sharky met his future bride to be Kathleen Riley, who promptly stole him away from Earl, but not before introducing Earl to Amy one evening in late 2007 (which neither of them remember). After a few months of couch hopping, he finally found a place to call home: a town house in Lynn, MA, with fellow Alfred University alums, Sharky Fitzgerald, Laura Randall, Luke Jacobs, and honorary Alfredian, Heather Wilson. After college, we both found our way to Boston, MA Earl In 2003, and Amy a few years later.Įarl chased an employment opportunity and made his way out from upstate NY.

Playing with Fire by Amy Stephens