The great poet introduced the topic which brought us. The old man looked delighted. "I'll make a pot of coffee. Anyone for tea?" asked the old woman. ...obody was. "I guess tea for one." The Jesuits were an interesting sort," the old man began. "All dressed the same in their dark robes but all different. They'd come to fetch apples. They picked apples which looked funny with their robes getting tangled in branches. I suppose they'd be naked otherwise. My father was a bit of a free thinker, a. And that’s where she stops me My heart plummets and I think she’s going to tell me she’s changed her mind but instead she tells me we’re heading back to hers so we can – ahhhhhh – “do this properly!” Fast forward after the longest cab ride of my life, and finally we’re at her place. As soon as we’re inside I’ve picked her up and carried her straight to her bed. It’s taken me no time to get off the dress she was wearing and other than a very skimpy pair of panties she’s not wearing. I looked back towards the main area where I heard someone laughing.Quick, I thought. Time to go. Time to get out of here, pack up my entire life, and move someplace far, far away where no one knows me or can associate me in any way to this group of girls who all, somehow, were able to get pregnant all at once... ... and then the girls would go back to their normal lives, find boys their own age to be their husbands, and then - sure, their children would grow up always wondering who their. Time to face the family.Dinner that evening was an adventure in long silences and brief outbursts.Isabeau and I were the last ones to take our places around the kitchen table where the family customarily ate dinner together. The dining room table was saved for entertaining and special events, like Thanksgiving and Christmas.Mom seemed to come to life when she saw me follow Izzy into the kitchen and take my usual seat next to her. Dad sat at one end, on Izzy's left, Mom on the other end, to my.