In the last year she had really started to bloom, thirteen and slender. Her long brown hair helped to cover her breasts as they practically burst out ...f her pale pink tank top. She had a blanket pulled up to her waist so I couldnt tell what she was wearing over her long legs, Bree ran track and played volleyball so she was in pretty good shape. The one glance I gave her as I walked in told me she wasnt wearing a bra either as I could see her nipples through her top. Bree looked up and smiled at. She seemed to lose her focus and spilled some coffee on the counter. Embarrassed, Meagan reached for a rag from under the counter and mopped up the spill. ‘Oh, I’m so very sorry. I’ll get you a fresh cup right away.’ ‘Yes, thank you,’ I said calmly. As she left for the kitchen I thought how odd that was. I wanted her to spill the coffee, and it happened. She returned with a clean cup and carefully poured another cup for me. ‘Could I also bother you for a glass of tap water?’ ‘Sure.’ She. "The snow'll still be there this afternoon, and the café's closed." Really? Is it ... Hang on. Easter's next weekend." It's Sunday, Sho. Pretty much everywhere's closed. I have to get ready for church in a minute." Somewhere's got to be open, surely. What do people do on a Sunday?" They go to church," Hope said. "Are you going to come?" I don't think so. It'd be a bit hypocritical of me, don't you think? Will your dad be going?" Of course." And the maids?" Yes." Hope smirked, picking up her tea. ”“Too much, huh? Sorry.”“I wish you could hug me,” said Stephanie. “I’m really feeling scared.”“I wish I could, too, baby girl,” I said. I caught myself using the old endearment that she had outgrown years ago. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to belittle you!” It was what she had said when she asked me, told me, really, to stop calling her that.“That’s okay, Dad,” she sighed. “It doesn’t really bother me anymore.”I smiled. “Starting to appreciate the love rather than feel it makes you less than you.