Becky said, “I had a request yesterday that I didn’t know how to address.” We all nodded at her to go ahead. She continued, “I went to the hos...ital and visited mom. She is feeling much better. She was talking about selling the house. She asked me to go by and check on it which I did. The house looked okay. I cleaned up a few things. It looks like no one had been there which is good.“That’s good but that’s not the request issue. Dad, she still wants to see you. She won’t say why though I have. “It’s just me, Mr. C.” I said. “Chrissy is fine.”“Good,” he said. “You okay?”“That depends,” I said. “I would really like to show you my prom dress. You asked me about it, remember?”“I did,” he said. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.“So can I come up and show it to you?”“What’s going on, Mal?” he asked.“I’m downstairs. My date was a jerk, so I left.”“Isn’t that against the rules?” he asked.“It is,” I admitted. “If they find out I’ll be blackballed from all future proms, no doubt.”“You’re in. "Oh, darling!" he groaned, bringing her hotfoot from the kitchen, "I think I need to get to the bedroom." Oh, let me help you!" and, all concern, she supported him as he shambled up the stairs and into the bedroom."I think I'd be better in bed," he moaned, and all concern, she helped him out of his shirt, undid his shoes and took them off, followed by his socks. Then, as he sat hunched over, concealing his rampant erection, she undid his trousers."Stand up, my love," she crooned, as she hooked. I went downstairs and joined Kelly in the kitchen. Kate was on the sofa, pounding the life out of a laptop. We find it is better if Kate doesn’t try to help people in the kitchen, although I’ve been teaching her a few basics. And so I found Kelly there, dutifully washing and chopping up vegetables.“Hi. Could you do the meat and the salad dressing?” she asked, wiping her brow with her sleeve.“Sure. In fact, I can take it from here, sweetheart. You haven’t been on Facebook for at least ten.