The oven got warm, but was filthy. She added oven cleaner to her list. She scrubbed the top of the stove as clean as she could, then assessed what she...had and what she still needed utensil-wise. There were a few mismatched dishes and glasses; only three complete sets of silverware, one wooden spoon and a pancake flipper. There was one larger frying pan and one smaller one, but neither was in very good shape. And there was only one small pot. None of these had a lid. Angela added a set of pots. No one, and I mean no one, wanted to be sent to his office.For any reason.But, whenever he was over at our house, he always seemed to be very pleasant and I liked him. He was what I had considered a handsome man for his age, always looking proper and sparkly clean in his suit. And as I neared the house, the thought occurred to me that as long as Father Paul and my mother were sitting in the living room, drinking their coffee, as they always did, the topic of how they all missed coffee so much. ...her. All of her.Everywhere.And then her lips touched mine...and I pulled her close.And I didn't even have to ask if this is whatshe really wanted.It was like there had been a vicious animal inside me,and it was this that had unlocked it.It was like..there had been a vicious and ferocious animalinside BOTH of us.Serena snaked an arm around my waist,settling the other arm so that her hand restedlow on my hips. She was kissing me slowly,teasingly. Pulling back just slightly as I started. Hawkins was obviously a harmless enough old eccentric, all wound up in his animals, busying himself like a leathery white-haired elf as he scurried from trailer to trailer and bedded everyone down for the night. Sarah offered her help, but Hawkins insisted that she remain in the camper. "Plenty of weak minds and strong backs for this kind of work," he had explained. When she suggested mat this might indeed be a perfect time for getting to know some of the others, Gloria particularly, as she was.