I want you to remember that we'll be here for you." I nodded my thanks and she added, "I always wanted more than one child. Will you let me handle thi...gs for you?"I nodded and Emily got up and walked away.I ate a few bites of supper, feeling listless and worn. The emptiness was still there, along with a great sadness. Deep down inside I felt guilty, as if Mom's death was my fault. If I had been in the house every day, I might have been able to prevent at least some of the arguments. Emotions. As usual, she dressed to match her personality. She wore designer jean shorts, with a bright striped shirt and purple tights. She was the antithesis of her pal DJ, who already looked like a young hot coed, even though she was a junior in high school. DJ's body had really developed well, especially in the chest. She was wearing a plaid skirt, tan blouse, and black striped knee high socks. Her boyfriend Steve was not very excited to be stuck with Kimmie and Stephanie, but he was so sprung on DJ. ”“And she’s a granny,” Helen added with a smile. “I love her to bits.”“Well, Danny, give her my fond regards. She was indeed one of my first partners, perhaps the second or third I had. She was really nice too, but she also was — I don’t know — harried, worried. We worked together a few more times, but the last must’ve been ten years ago or more. I’ll have to tell a few of the others that she’s doing well. Too many of the women run into bad luck.”Danny nodded to that, not willing to talk about. So, I did what any respectful daughter would do. I tucked the pix away in my shirt and snuck them up to my room. That night, I was trying not to think about it, but I couldn't help my self. I pulled them out of my drawer and put my reading light on, laying in in bed in my panties and t-shirt, looking at my beautiful young mom putting her fingers inside Mrs. Kendall. How far did it go between them? Were they a thing before she met dad? Did he even know about them? My hand found its way down to.