Knocking on the door, the blonde smiled and prepared her sales pitch. The door opened. Mrs. C? Is that you? Startled, Abby focused on the hesitant you...g man in front of her. Stepping from the doorway into the light, a tall teenager smiled at her. Is that really you? Its not Halloween, is it? Jesus, its Jeremy! From the grocery store! Abby thought, dazed. The tanned high-school boy bagged her groceries at the local supermarket. Its great to see you, Mrs. C! You look, you look … so pretty …. The complication's name was Betsy.The only relative my mother had who lived within a hundred miles was her younger sister Betsy. They were the first two of a string of four sisters widely seperated by age. Betsy was almost nine years younger than mom. After Betsy, more than twenty years had passed before the twins had come along. Roberta and Brianna were now just turning thirteen and of course still living at home.Betsy had been the wild one in the family, although I understood the twins were. “Rubbers, what else!” Lizzie laughed and stood. “Come on, we’ve got some calls to make. You guys have to call your moms and tell them you’re staying over, then we’ve got to call a few more guys, and get Deb over here as well. Let’s go!”Laughing, the other two girls jumped up and dove into the pool to wash off the suntan lotion. By the time they had surfaced and climbed out, their friend had already begun making telephone calls. The plan was simple, every guy was told to bring pizza and beer.. .. „ Quentin more or less mumbled. It was so difficult to adjust to such extraordinary situations. Madame Vesta, and this Miss Judith, took it all so naturally. Yet, in thruth, it was all quire unnatural. Thrilling, though. Very thrilling! „You mean... well... if I sent my Julia here... she... I mean... would be treated just like... well... that girl on the deck?“„Just like that, Mr Osman,“ smiled Miss Judith. „Or worse.“„Worse?“Miss Judith laughed again. „You do not imagine, Mr Osman, do you,.