The talent that was stored inside her body was immense. People that loved her music had no earthly idea how little of the whole package they were enjo...ing.When Cathay discovered I played the piano, she browbeat me into being her rehearsal accompanist, so that she could practice away from the rest of her entourage, giving us even more time alone. Sheldon seemed to adore sitting in his special wheelchair and listening to his favorite person in the whole world, sing to him, as she worked out. I used some oil on my skin, since the hormones it tended to getdry on the cheeks and forehead. When the bathroom doorjerked open I almost jumped right out of my robe."Jeez! Ma!" Have you heard a word I've been saying?" She seemed angry."Ma, I was in the shower!" Don't leave that towel on your head, your hair won't dry." Huh! Like I don't know how to do this? Gimme a break, how longhave I had this job?" I unwrapped the towel and began combing outwith the big wide toothed comb that wont make. I pinched her backside and she slapped my hand. I kept grabbing her like a teenager until we were wrestling and giggling all over again. After a particularly eel-ish bout of wriggling from Leanne our feet got tangled up and we fell over, tumbling through a beautifully manicured hedge. I landed on my back with a thud and she landed on top of me. We just lay there, shushing each other and laughing like we were already drunk. Then I thought I heard a sound. Leanne put her fingers to her lips. “Hey Rachel what's up?” Tim asked. “Nothing much, just chilling here, watching TV,” I replied I said in a tone. Then he sat down on the couch with me. “Rachel, can you I ask you something?” Tim asked. “Sure. You got a mouth you like to use,” I replied. “Do you just hate my dad and me?” Tim asked. He had a point for asking. I was never happy about his dad marrying my mom. I might have come across as being cold to him. “Well no, I don't hate you two. But it's just disappointing when your parents.