I helped Ann from the car, and she held my arm as we walked in. We were shown to out table, and we sat down, I sat opposite her. The waiter fussed, ge...ting napkins into our laps, opening the menu and putting one in front of each of us, and asking if we wanted any drinks. I looked at Ann."What would you like to drink?" Are you having one?" I thought to get a bottle of wine, and that will take us through the meal." She thought and nodded."Good idea, let's do that." Red or white?" Red please. "I loved you. I thought I loved you too much. I was ashamed that I wanted you as a woman, rather than as my daughter." I loved it when you wanted me like that," she whispered. "I was so lonely up in the manor." I didn't know what to do," he said. "I thought to send you there for your protection. It was all I could think of." I don't need protection from you," she said, hugging him tighter."So you say," he replied. "But the lady says you have never lain with a man." Of course not," she said.. She puts her hand to the flush of red at the top of her chest, where the sun caught her. Her neck is long, and her head tilts, stretching one side of her neck. She would prefer his hand to be there, fingers caressed up her neck, but he carries a bottle to the table. Rosalind looks at her mouth and is content. Her lips are full, her teeth straight and strong. She looks to her cheeks. They remind him of his mother’s cheeks, and that is good, for no woman can ever replace a man’s first woman, his. In the far corner of the room, sitting at my desk with only a small lamp for light, was Rosie."Hey sweetie, whatcha doin'?" Drawing." Oh. I'm just gonna sit here and read for a bit. I'm not bothering you, am I?" Nope."I eased myself down into my favorite reading chair, opened the book to the first page and started reading. I'd gotten half-way thru the first chapter before the sound of her pencil stopped and she spoke again."Daddy?" Yeah honey?" Am I pretty?" Very pretty."The answer seemed to.