I'm not trying to hid a thing.Still why do I wear the coat then? If she already knows who I am, why do I try to hid it from her? That's what she must ...e thinking. She probably laughs at me for hiding what I am.I do suppose there's no use wearing it any more. She assuredly knows what I wear beneath it. No reason to hide what she must already know, that I'm a stripper.Fine, I'll remove it. Then maybe she can shut up and stop staring at me.Did her eyes just grow wide? Yes they did! But I thought. .”“I’m watching them, Mom!” Angela pointed to where the six-year-old girl and the eight-year-old boy had decided that if no one else was interested in staying in line, then it was okay to take cuts. Gary was helping his sister into Santa’s lap.“Thank you honey. Mom’s going to be busy for a bit. Can you keep track of them and not stray too far?” Thank goodness the middle school had lost power today. At thirteen Angela could be trusted to keep track of the kids.Clara looked around. “I need a. He crossed the road and headed down into the shelter of the trees.And then it was there. First the statute. He circled it, looking at the faces of the three bronze men; at their uniforms and weapons. He could feel their tiredness and also their determination to keep going, to watch out for each other. Just as the men of Easy Company in the miniseries the trio was a "Band of Brothers". He looked at them once more and then walked the last few feet to his final destination.He set the tote bag down. "All right, kid," Scooter grinned, "What happened to the braces?" I had them taken off, at least for the summer," Michelle grinned. "I may have them put back on when the season's over, and I may not. We'll have to see." And I haven't like heard the word 'like' out of you all morning," Scooter laughed. "Are you like going to leave the bubble gum like home, too?" Hell no, I have to like draw the line somewhere," Michelle laughed. "I may cut down. I may even pull a page out of your book and be.