Rory ate an apple poisoned by a dramatic buzz he heard flying out of Cindy’s telephone.
She rolled the die on a gamble of her life.
An old growth Douglas fir fell over in the yard and crushed Rory’s spirit.
There was a reason why Rory disliked women.
His step mother screamed, “you can’t do this or you can’t do that,” in relation to the things that he was passionate about.
As a consequence, in spite Cindy’s pleading Rory never bent his knee to offer her a ring.
Rory died a lonely old man.