"Even though it was dark, I swore I could see Kathryn clearly glaring atThomas. "She's terrified, Thomas. It won't hurt if it is one night. Wearen't g...ing to become co-sleepers. Kaylee's teacher e-mailed us and letus know that some of the kids might be affected by the assembly they hadtoday. She needs to feel safe right now." Kathryn took me in her armsand hugged me firmly.Thomas flicked on the lamp on the nightstand. "I've read articles aboutthis, Kat. You can't let it happen even once. We are. "I've been told many times that this is as good as it gets." He raised an eyebrow critically, and shrugged, walking over to the thermostat on the wall as though they were discussing the weather. "Do tell."She tossed the forgotten hosiery away, shrugging off the jacket, her attempts at subtlety forgotten. Turning her back to him, she reached back with both hands and fumbled with the strings that kept her string bikini top in place. "They seem to be stuck," She teased, innocent eyes. I was relieved that she was not angry at me. Later when our house approached, my s*s also got down the car and said to her hubby that she will stay with us for couple of day and come later.Her hubby nodded and left the place with his mom. I was afraid if my sister is going to complain about the incident to dad, but it didn't happen. The topic didn't come at all. I went to my sister when no one was around her and said sorry for what i did. She said its ok and she know that i am feeling her. “No, girls. This is Mr. Hobson. He’s going to be staying in the basement room for a few weeks. He’s Ms. Nancy’s brother.”The little one looked up. “He’s pretty,” she said with a smile that showed a toothless gap.With her hand on the oldest child’s head, Karen said, “Mr. Hobson, this is my oldest daughter, April. The one with the loudmouth is May.”April held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Hobson. I’m eight years old and I’m in the third grade.” Pointing at her little sister, April.