“That’s where I saw you. Didn’t you drive a racecar or something, too?” she asked, her voice now evidencing her interest.“Yep, a copy of thi... one,” I replied as I jerked my thumb over my shoulder at my car.“What do you need to help her,” she asked, motioning to the woman who had nearly collapsed onto the lawn.“I just need to talk to her. Before I do, I have to ask that the three of you don’t react to what I say to her. It’s going to be ... unusual, and probably offensive,” I explained. “You’re. I asked her whether Sharon and Kim were still sleeping. She said yes.A little later, Kim came out of room wearing my brown T-shirt and pajamas. Behind her was Sharon, who was wearing my white shirt with the top two buttons open and no pajamas."Aren't you wearing pajamas?" queried Mom."Blame your son. There was only one clean one, all others were dirty," she answered looking at me."I'll wash them today," I replied hastily just to placate Mother.Mom, who was not enjoying the sight of Sharon. . what's up?" Did you find a Widgeon?" Nope ... no small ducks here." The airplane." No ... why?" There's spare engines for one ... or three ... since there's six crates of them." Only one airplane in the hangar ... a second Goose." Oh hell, I'll come see."Junior walked back with David ... Connie looked in the Quonsets.The hangared Goose was forlorn ... a broken spar made one wing droop ... it was possible to tell that a crew had been dismantling it when they were called away. There was an. "Now, think about it - how much privacy do you think your pioneer ancestors had in their one-room cabins while they were pumping out the large quantities of children required to ensure the survival of an adequate number of bodies to get the chores done? This is STILL the case in some countries on this planet of ours, but generations of wealth have skewed our viewpoint, so we don't think about it - it isn't a situation in our experience. When we think about this kind of thing, inbred hillbillies.