"WITH AUNT TRICIA... THAT'S WHO... WITH TRICIA!"Ike's hand stopped in mid-air. He spoke slowly and deliberately. "Doing what... what were they doing? ...ell me everything!"He helped Nancy get down from his knees but held her in place in front of him by placing his hands around her waist.Nancy began to sputter out the entire story. About how she had lured her grandfather to the old cabins and how when they were just getting to the interesting parts, Aunt Tricia had come into the cabin looking for. The conversation drifted around a little until I boldly said, ‘And you can have it any time you want it.’I could tell that he was thinking but said nothing either way. We had a normal Sunday; I had some shopping to do so we went our separate ways until dinner or, a few hours before dinner. Most weekends I would cook a nice meal. Nothing fancy; I actually did most of the cooking and enjoyed it. That Sunday I’d opened a bottle of wine when I started in the kitchen; he didn’t arrive until things. “That really helped out a lot with all the drywall, plywood and lumber we were hauling today. Oh, and all the stuff you wanted to keep is piled neatly in Sean and Lindsey’s garage.”“Glad I could help.” Rennie smiled and then nodded back toward the door. “Are you going to need it again, tomorrow?”“Only if you’re coming, too. Those AmeriCorps kids they’ve assigned to us mean well,” he grimaced apologetically, “but George could really use an experienced hand with chainsaw certification.”“Chainsaw. His name was never again mentioned within my hearing and most certainly not within the ken of my Sire.I found a talent at the game boards, able to better use my soldiery in maneuvering about the gaming terrain than even seasoned captains and majors, and I kept my record of no lost outcome although from respect of my Sire I did not win our single encounter yet neither did I lose as I forced an inevitable draw, controlling his every response down that single pathway toward the inescapable end. He.