” “Now there’s the pot calling the kettle black!” Cook laughed, and gave that smile that made her not-quite-so-plain. “If you’d keep those...legs of yours shut once in awhile the lasses around here wouldn’t give you such a time, you know!” Silmaria finished rolling out the pie crusts and turned to face Cook, grinning despite herself and resting the flour dusted roller on one curving hip. “Aw, what’s wrong, Cookie? Is that a bit of jealousy I hear?” “Please,” Cook snorted. “When I was your age I. "He wasn't quite what I was expecting", Hannah thought aloud. Although, if she were honest, she hadn't known what to expect. He was obviously a very serious man and didn't like to waste time. "I've never met someone who doesn't like having a family", Hannah thought as she opened the door to her mother's bedroom. Her mother lay there, sleeping, her breath even and peaceful. "Good", Hannah thought as she closed the door once more. She had been worried about her mother being alone while she was at. You put it on easilyenough when I caught you sneaking around."Frankie blushed at the memory and then opened his mouth and quicklyapplied the deep rose pink lipstick before turning to face his mother."Much better. Now come with me and we'll do something about your hair.It's too late to put it up in curlers, but I have another style in mind.And, we better put a little gloss on your lips too honey."Lisa lead the way down the hall to the bathroom and silently pointed tothe small bench at the vanity. I think I may have been disturbed by Karl having thrown some more wood on the fire, as the flames were quite high, but other than the sound of rain on the shelter it was quiet and still. It was quite warm in our bed and Mom was still lying comfortably within my arms, gently breathing and giving every indication that she was sleeping. I tried closing my eyes and dropping back to sleep but this didn't work so well this time. My mind was very active imagining what I could be doing to Mom or her to.