She was starting to tolerate his company. Then she said, ‘I know Flail. He’s a reckless young man. He’s also too old to be baby sat.’ Fletcher...knew where she was headed, ‘He’s a little creep. He’s gotten several girls in trouble. His parents have had to bail him out of several serious altercations. Everyone knows he’s not trustworthy. Further. I don’t trust his parents, at least socially. Collette has some interesting sexual proclivities, and Pearce, well Pearce, is who he is.’ Not wanting to. I know I may have sounded downhearted about the delay but I couldn’t make out what kind of tone they seemed to have. It was very tense-like.Almost like they wanted to ask me something, only to have then swallowed their tongues.Hmmmm.Bob told me not to stress and rush anything since I WAS designing our ‘Dream Home’ and reminded me that ‘haste makes waste’! Mary and the girls told me not to worry, that it would all work out for the best.I really wished that Greg was here, now.He was about the. Post held the door for him. Dad smiled, smoothed his skirt again and slid ever so gracefully into the seat. There was nothing of my dad left, just a pretty lady who made me feel funny when I looked at her.When we got to the Post's I carried dad's luggage in and showed him where we would be staying."This is better than our apartment." He said as plopped down on the couch and took of his heels. It made me feel better to watch as he propped his feet on the coffee table but it was short-lived. We managed to fit the remainder of the dresses in the trunk.“We’ll go through the dresser drawers later. You two take the trunk back to the attic, and I’ll start checking the other bedrooms,” I told them. It required both of them to move the now full trunk back to the attic.The first bedroom had some old fashioned suits in the wardrobe along with some sheets and two blankets. The second bedroom only had sheets and a couple of blankets in the wardrobe. Neither room had a chest, but each did have.