This is for the both of us. It is part of your reward. It is called a farmer’s breakfast.”Sandy ravenously started eating everything she could. ...Mike wasn’t sure if she would even use a fork and knife, and she barely came up for breath while she ate. After she finished, she started becoming the old Sandy again.“So, Mike, what are you going to make me wear today? Are you going to make me clean the house all day in my yoga outfit, so you can ogle by body and rape me again tonight?”“No, Sandy,. ?Mrs. Warren had rather expected such a reaction, and had thoughtcarefully about how to respond. Should she adopt the commanding husbandrole which she had used to force him into his first skirt, or should sheplay the mother, sympathetic to her child?s fears, and offering comfortand support? She had opted for the understanding mother.?Darling,? she began, ?I don?t mean to frighten you. Come sit on thesofa with me.? Carrying the boots with her she walked over to sit besideRobin, who sank down. "What, exactly, did you spend all your money on?" Red Sox jacket." I'm confused. You have one. It's hanging up, it's the same one you had since last year."Sophia grinned a little. "Actually, he bought me a Red Sox jacket. I was admiring it-I was not hinting, I really wasn't."Peg laughed. "Suuuure you weren't." Actually, Mom, she wasn't," interjected Warren. "She just said that she would make sure she brought enough money to get one the next time. I had the cash, so I bought it." Ah, yes, young. They needed each other. A psychologist might have said they were doing the normal thing, trying to give each other the love they were missing from the woman they thought had loved them. It's complicated when somebody just walks out of your life.But, in a few years, they had adapted to the point that, if she had come back, they would have probably told her to sit on a parking meter and spin. They didn't need her any more. She was a little like the old family dog that bit the kids ... and then.