“So, um...”Kate was still wearing Tom’s shirt and the brown Velma skirt. The glasses were long gone. She turned from putting Kate into her crib....“Monday! How are you doing? You sort of lost your dog and your girlfriend again...” she frowned, “ ... also sort of, on the same day.”“Er, yeah, I’m okay, actually,” he responded. “Seeing Zee at the B&B, and then on the couch with another Tom when we got here was a freakout, until he explained she was Tillie and you all explained him.” He shook his. She didn't miss a thing. I turned back to her and her eyes were glued to my hips.“Who were you thinking about?” she asked with a sly smile on her face.I must have turned 10 shades of red. “What do you mean?” I tried to cover.“Somebody's responsible for that," she said with her eye's glued to the bulge in my slacks.Somehow, her being that open about my obviously hard cock, made it easier for me. “What if I told you it was you?” I asked her.“I'd like to hear that,” she said, “I like knowing I can. Helen needed him. He would come through for her."What was she doing in there, anyway?" His mood suddenly became insistent.In the bathroom Helen found the long ivory gown that she had bought and saved for her honeymoon. She removed her clothes and reached for the negligee, but stopped. Standing nude in front of the mirror she inspected her form, shaped firm and slender by years of hard work on her family farm. The firmness was underneath; the outside covered in a feminine softness.Her eyes. And we don't have anything to do with any of it.* Rose wasn't very satisfied with that, but knew it was the best she wouldget. The rest of their time at the malls was a real education for Rose.Overheard scraps of conversation, complete with her special understandingof their meanings and truthfulness, exposed her to the good, the bad, andthe downright weird. As some of her peers were fond of saying, waaay toomuch information. She was so distracted by it all that she almost missedher mother's.