That's why he always drove Sarah home when he didn't have baseball practice.At last, they reached Sarah's house."Bye girls." David called as they shut...the truck door.Emily and Sarah waved. They watched him back out of the driveway and race down the road. The two entered the house."Hungry?" asked Sarah."No thanks." answered Emily.The two went up to Sarah's room. They pulled out their Algebra books and began to work.About an hour later, Emily closed her book."Hey, we aren't finished yet." Sarah. “You could call me, dad or father,” suggested Jerry barely showing any surprise that she didn’t know any other way to refer to him.‘Dad’ sounded too friendly and Melissa wasn’t sure that she wanted to be that close to Jerry. That left ‘father’ as her other choice. She tried it on, “Okay, father.”Jerry grinned and said, “That’s nice.”Melissa didn’t know if she liked it or not. Life had thrown her a few curves over the past ten days and she was still trying to recover her balance. She had lost. It was also a goodwill gesture on our part so the computer may be more likely to respond to us."You can go if its in the morning here. Loca will be in charge of the expedition. Can anybody see through the walls?" Somebody had their headband and put their head close. In a moment she said, "I can see through but its hard without a coin. There's a lot of light on the other side."I put my hand on the wall but didn't feel any extra warmth. Loca was talking to some of his people and Porta was right. Next came shoes, Mrs Gabor still in her pink mules from bedtime requiringher six-inch light grey stilettos with a pink bow on the front,exquisitely fitted by each maid as they kneeled at the swaying, swishingsatin hem of Mrs Gabor's frock."I just love the little thunk sound those heels make when the nylons slipinto the soft leather, don't you?" Both maids agreed, caressing her calveslovingly as they made final preparations."It may be a little cold so we have chosen a sort of opera frock coat.