"I always did hate to vacuum the beige carpet on the stairs here," I gestured to the shadowed area off the tiled entryway, "and the hall leads to a ba...hroom." Two sets of immortal eyes stared at me in shock. "That's the house I grew up in, my father's house."Morgan was dialing numbers before I could blink and I collapsed on the sofa, unable to tear my eyes away from the picture-perfect rendition of my childhood home. Chadwick sat beside me and his cool hand grabbed mine gently. I suddenly felt. Joan smiled at the remembrance; then, out of the corner of her eye she saw Andy approaching fast.Pop, crack! "Andy back!" Joan regained control of the situation. Concentrate girl, she told herself. These animals are lions.As if to reinforce the thought Andy roared his majesty and Mae chimed in. God, what an awful sound their voices made: like a waterfall of bloody roars.Joan cracked the whip to wipe the snarls off their faces and commanded them to their stands. She wanted to teach Mae to heel,. She kind of kept to herself, but I did see her having lots of drinks and smoking lots of weed.We were all kind of buzzed and were acting ridiculous. Some of the kids were making out and Violet was getting very edgy, because she was alone. Later in the evening, we had a bonfire and roasted marshmallows and were having so much fun. Violet was crying and said that she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go into the house. I kind of knew she was going to hang out with my folks. She likes hanging out. He knows a great dark roast when he sees it! Plus, it helps that he has the money for premium coffee, too. Top-notch cheese, sauerkraut, Russian dressing, corned beef, and marble rye bread, too! The steak fries rock as well!” April bragged on my cooking, quite proud that her father was such a great cook.“Yeah, tell me about it, sis! Daddy has great taste in food, coffee, liquor, all the good stuff. Most of all, great taste in lovers,” Autumn said as she took her turn plopping her sweet ass down.