Any visitor would have described it as bedlam. Stephen and Ian were fighting over some grotesque All Black Rugby piece of plastic from the new packet ...f cereal, Belinda was yawning and complaining about being too tired to go to school while Basil was flicking through the pile of newspapers and old magazines asking had anyone seen his bull fair catalogue. Maggie simply stood with a cup of weak tea and lemon, leaning against the sink bench to ease her back pain. She smiled at the scene, thinking. ” Tyler raised one of his heavy eyebrows. “Wow that’s sick!” He laughed.“What’s wrong?” I answered truthfully.“Can’t do what I want.”“Which would be?”“To have sex right now.” Close enough to the truth.“With who?” He looked around. He was generally curious.“You.” He then looked down. So did I. A tent had formed in the front of his pants. “I’m sorry.” He blushed red and adjusted it so it wouldn’t be so obvious.“I don’t mind.” I smirked and leaned over giving him a hug. While I was doing that I. “He’s due for a re-shave tomorrow,” Jess acknowledged. Jess ran a hand over her own pubic mound. “So I am for that matter. I see that you are still smooth as glass though.”Emma reddened a tad. “Um, yeah, I’ve been touching it up myself at home. It’s slow going, but I’m getting better at it.”“Practice makes perfect,” I added. “Though, if you ever feel like you need help...” I gestured to my chest and shrugged.“How very noble of you,” Jess said to me with a clap on the shoulder.“That’s me, ever. However, I think even a stillborn or one who died in infancy would have merited an entry. But there wasn’t. Abigail herself did eventually go on to be a significant matriarch and had seven children who survived to adulthood and two that did not. But for Abigail’s generation, she was the lone entry.The diary entries became more and more cryptic, I think she was somewhat afraid of my grandfather reading them. The words about Estelle, even watered down, showed a depth of feeling that only Abigail.