Bobby had driven home without his shirt on and when he changed into shorts he hadn't bothered to put one on. Sally's soft kisses caused Bobby to squir... and he pushed her away."What's the matter? Is my big boy ticklish?"Sally attacked his ribs more playfully now, kissing him and blowing air on his skin. She even opened her mouth and pressed her lips to his belly making the loud "raspberry" sound as she blew as hard as she could, the air escaping from the corners of her vibrating lips. She was. I watched from inside as Evie looked like she just stepped out of a swimsuit magazine. I stayed away.They all came in later with towels wrapped and they huddled by the fire, which was starting to lose some intensity. I asked for a volunteer to help fetch some more wood in the garage but the boys were too invested in the football game.It was beginning to look like I might have to make two trips when I heard “I’ll help you Mr. Jones.” Evie was now following me out the back door. I didn’t look. I knew she was flying 1st class so she should have been towards the front and perhaps one of the first off. I was wondering if Tara was just as nervous as her daughter at being reunited into a situation that, though predictable, was different than it was before.Then I saw her turn the corner from the ramp and walk up the walkway towards us, but it didn't look like Dee had seen her yet. She spotted me standing a bit further than she would have expected and I saw the smile widen, and her eyes. ”She laughed again.“How many psychiatrists does it take to change a lightbulb?” he asked.“I don’t know.”“None, the light bulb will change itself when it’s ready?”“How many dentists does it take to change a lightbulb?”“Careful, buster.”“Three. One to administer the anesthetic, one to extract the light bulb, and one to offer the socket some vile pink mouthwash.”“That’s not even funny.”“Then we’ll pass on the doctor one.”“Oh no you don’t, spill the beans.”“It’s not really funny.”“I don’t care, you.