" Katherine Brennan was the woman whom Jeanette admired most. Bob didn't have to talk as if it were disgusting."Look. Talking to The Kitten like Mom t...lked to me might be fine. She never talked to her husband like she did an eight- year-old." There might be a reason for that." On the other hand, Bob's father could be as stubbornly wrong-headed as he was. Did Katherine never respond to that childishness? Not the way that Jeanette was, at least in her hearing. Talk about being hoist on one's own. “Hey man, my buddy’s got a bad knee. Mind if he takes yo’ seat?” he asked seeming like he knew I wouldn’t say no. “Yeah, go for it,” I barely got out before his friend nearly pushed me down to take my seat. The other one stood on the opposite side next to her. They instantly started talking to Haley as if I wasn’t even there. They each introduced themselves to her and not me. The one sitting down said, “Hey, I’m Jamal and dis is my buddy Meat.” She shook both of their hands, none of the three. "Brush off all the sand you have on you before you get on the towel!"He picked up her whisk broom, flicked it lightly over his lower thighs, knees, calves and ankles. Then he sat carefully on the towel, held up one foot at a time, and brushed off every grain of sand he could locate before allowing his feet to touch the material."Now am I decontaminated?" he asked with a smile, tossing the whisk broom down where he had found it."I hope so," she said with a giggle. "I'm not going through last. Someone like a fellow designer, a model, a journalist or even someone from backstage… well, anyone else. But most of my flings didn’t worked well and I always ended up at Cornell’s arms, and not that I am complaining on that. I am just telling my story here. And now someone might ask to where I am going to take this story to. Well, a few weeks ago there was a party at the house of a good friend of mine, Miles Conroy, who is also an old flame of mine. Pretty much a good bunch of the VIPs were.