" She giggled with a bubble-headed sweetness that nearly made Allison lose her dinner. Allison rolled her eyes at no one in particular as she rehearse... her little speech in her head. At least now she knew a little more about the girls she'd be riding to class with next week.Finally, it was Allison's turn. She cleared her throat nervously before starting to speak. "I'm Allison Delaney, an English major. Let's see..."she paused, her voice trailing off. "I'm a freshman who decided to get right to. Need to talk about it, now,” she replied.“You said you don’t understand why.”“I know the reason -- I don’t understand my reasoning. I know I had a reputation in high school. It wasn’t one I deserved. I think it was because of the clique I hung out with. I was a virgin, Casey. I didn’t want to be one anymore. None of the girls I hung around with were virgins. Dodd wanted sex. You wanted to wait.”“I figured it was something like that.”“He deflowered me in the back seat of a derelict car on his. Now it was perfectly apparent why she didn't want us going in the attic. Uncle Paul lived a couple states away and I wanted to know more about their relationship. I wanted to know if it was a matter of not finding another guy for the video, or if they had a relationship like Emma and I were building."Cyrus, how do we handle this? He's our dad! We have to let her know that we know." Emma said."Emma, calm down." I said, as I turned back to look at her.Tears were welling up in her eyes. I could. They took a short nap and then dressed, both eager to meet Marilyn, to Rosa, a lady of mystery. To Dutch, a woman, who until Rosa, had been the best woman he'd ever known.Rosa was elegance itself, in a gypsy-style blouse and organza off-the-shoulder dress as they arrived at Marilyn's brownstone. Marilyn had shooed the girls out, arranging for them to spend the night at Tucker's. She wanted Dutch and his fiancée all to herself.The women hit it off from the very beginning. Both were.