Marianne?" What?" Marianne blurted groggily."Get up. Get dressed. Now." Yes ma'am."Mary waited for Marianne to sit up. "I'm taking the fastest shower ...n record. No time for you. Grab a change of clothes for Margie, something tight on you. And bring a belt."His daughter had been right about the house. Harold stayed there early in the summer and found it large and lonely, deciding to let gardeners and cleaners keep it from turning to a sea of weeds and a blanket of dust and a lair of spiders. I smiled a bit to myself…. They always need a hand with the zipper on a few of those styles. Sure enough, a bit of fabric rustling, a pause, then “Could you give me a hand?” came out of the dressing room. I stepped in, smiled and went into my usual professional patter designed to make women feel comfortable about the fact that a total stranger is helping them get dressed (or undressed). By the second or third dress they have usually given up attempting modesty and simply ask me to stay in the. “Oh, isn’t that nice,” Mom said. “Annette petting Arthur’s hair. It’s a favorite position of theirs.” We all put our spoons down and stared at Mom. I looked at the lump of clay Kendra had worked on and it looked like some kind of hedgehog perched on a head.“Mom?” Annette said. “Really?”“What? I’ve seen you often enough in that position. I should know. This area always glows yellow, but I suppose you can’t show the color when you are working with gray clay.”“But…”“So, that’s what you see?” Dad. "I'm not used to showering," I offered. Which was true, since we had only a bathtub at home, even if not the real reason."I can't stay awake much longer," Mom said. "Hop in. Be sure to stay on your side of the bed, now."I got in, clinging to the edge of the mattress to stay as far on my side as I could. Mom turned out the light, said "Good-night," rolled away from me, exhaled one long sigh, and was instantly asleep.I didn't fare so well. Between my having dozed during the day, the bed's being.