..well...the same treatment?" Yes, they did," she said."Uh...in the same way?" I asked. I felt like a horribleperson for asking her that.She looked do...n for a second, then looked back at me andsaid, "Yes." I nodded. "Does that bother you?" she asked.She looked concerned. I was convinced that I had upset hernow.Immediately I said, "No. I mean, that is..." Now I stumbledover my words. I groaned and said. "It can't. I mean, God,I don't know how to say this." She just looked at me withthe same. Somewhat gloomy with the possibility of having my assignment extended, I packed away the file and left the bedroom.The living room was empty. Callie, I assumed, must still be in her room. Inspecting the kitchen cupboards and fridge, I found nothing for dinner. We’d need to shop or go out to eat. Maybe dine out. Perhaps it would mollify Callie after the disappointing conversation with her father.I knocked on her door and waited. Nothing. No response. One more try. No response. Screw it! I opened. " she asked coming over to the blanket I had spread in the empty room."Well we had such a great time when we were last here." I said and handed her a glass of Champagne. Abby likes to go looking at old New Orleans homes. She gets so excited telling me how she would decorate them to highlight their best features. Sometimes she gets REALLY excited.When we saw this house a few weeks ago Abby's eyes lit up as she practically danced though the place pointing out all the little touches that made the. From the bank, he drove to the drug store to gethis diapers. Most of the things on his list he could have gotten atonly one drug store, but he didn't want to be seen buying diapers alongwith all the other feminine things he needed. Just going into thestore dressed as he was would be bad enough. Besides, he would haveenough trouble just carrying the two bags of diapers.As he pulled into the parking lot, he distinctly remembered going intothis store last week. What a nightmare. He had left.