"Jack, what's wrong, is it your mother, is someone sick, what is it honey?" Carol asked."Are you having an affair with a man named Phil?" Jack asked."...hat, how? oh my God, Jack, how did you find out? No, I am not having an affair with Phil but you won't believe the truth either I don't think." Carol said."Try me." Jack said."I'm Phil." Carol said.Jack blinked. On the face of it, what she said made no sense, but with the knowledge that Jack had, it was possible."Spells-R-Us?" he said."Yes, how. Before we go downstairs, the first one out of the potty checks the parking lot for his truck. After we've checked the horses, we'll, like, come back to the house and I'll fix breakfast while you read the paper and drink your coffee. How does French toast with homemade vanilla syrup and Canadian bacon grab you?"I tried to look disappointed. "Well, I was planning on a Denver omelet with green peppers and shallots and baby mushrooms and alfalfa sprouts. But I forgot to get shallots at King Soopers. I waited with the others until a young man, armed with a clipboard, confirmed that all of the volunteers had arrived and could be escorted through the hotel and out to the back. We boarded the waiting train of open buggies for the short ride across the playground field and were soon standing before an open door leading into the Nursery. Not all of our entourage was to visit these very young girls, I discovered, and upon our arrival we were split up into three groups. A male administrative aide. He wasn't that much of a boozer, so he moped, just as I feared. The second evening, I heard him crying, after he thought I had gone to sleep. But I'm a light sleeper, and I could tell that he needed comforting. I was right there. I held him in my arms, and he cuddled right to me. Just like when he was eight, and his puppy had gotten run over in the street, in front of our house. Jacob had carried the pooch's body into our home, and Sammy came upstairs and broke down.His heart was broken now,.