I gave her a hug, “Happy?” I asked.“Ecstatic,” she beamed.Suddenly her eyes seemed to lose focus, her bottom was wiggling in my lap, she press...d against me then slowly rose and stood, “I need to potty,” she said as she walked up the stairs.Meg knew where her Daddy kept the equipment and she was craving relief, she set up his room then went back down.She took my hand asking me to go with her; I followed her up the staircase. At the top she again took my hand and led me to my bedroom.I looked at. For one thing, she was younger and she looked.. well.. clean? Besides, it had to be in the low 40’s out, and she was hugging herself tightly. due to the light clothing she had on. I took off my jacket, it was one of those with a fuzzy liner, including up around the collar, nice and warm. I draped it over her shoulders, she looked at me as I did that and then tugged it gratefully around herself. ‘You are the musician, I could hear you playing in there. You are really good.’ She smiled up at me.. The stack of material stood four feet high above the surface of the table. I was very talented at organizing, that's why I did so well in school without ever trying. Even so, I could see that organizing all of this into a high school term paper was going to be a challenge!I was doing my best to concentrate. After a few minutes, I became aware of Amy's leg pressing against mine. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, her lips touching me, so softly I nearly missed it: " You are so fucking. That 'student' part though, is up for discussion. I've never been a traditional student since I got out of middle school. Of course, some of my off the campus work with Los Alamos, a couple of conferences, one to Stanford, one to MIT, I happily accepted credit hours for those.The guy in that chair over there makes it possible. Dan's my rock and my refuge and my comforter and my cheering section. Well, okay, maybe he's the head cheerleader. I have others. Mom, late to the game, but making up for.