The Mothers had obtained the school curriculum and fed it into Derrin and the kids were tutored by the 'puter. The off duty Gennies also attended as t...eir education had been deficient in the traditional areas. (Clare only maintained a harbour watch, allowing the Gennies to so arrange their rosters that classes were attended.) The kids attended, participated and exhibited no interest at all. They didn't even grouse about homework. The only time they showed any reaction was Unarmed Combat and. Marigold looked up at him and smiled.From the first time she'd met Marcello, Marigold had pegged him as a bit of a Lothario. Even when they argued, he was a constant flirt. Their first meeting was shortly after her brief relationship with Alan had ended. In between that and the daily desolation she was exposing herself to, a little bit of harmless flirtation was the perfect distraction. She had encouraged him, flirting back, not moving away when he touched her, touching him back.Marigold had. It’s a little expensive though.Me: Thanks for the offer, we’ll certainly keep in mind.Amy: Dad, I’m just going to use the restroom.Me: Okay, sweetheart.Olivia: I’ll come with you, Amy! Need to freshen up!Amy: Okay.Graham: Can you get me a cool drink when you’re back?Olivia: Sure thing, babe. Dad.Oh my did she just call her dad as ‘babe’? Olivia and Amy headed to the restroom. They were having a conversation.Olivia: You and your Dad seem sweet.Amy: Thanks.Olivia: Are you okay? Are you always. I've got stomach ache,” I responded. “Really, how come?” “How am I supposed to know?” I shouted back at her. She looked annoyed at me for snapping. “Maybe the turkey wasn't cooked properly. Or, that takeaway last night was dodgy,” I suggested I was lying. My stomach felt fine. I was furious, but not ill. I covered up because I was scared my mum would piece the puzzle together. “No-one else is ill. Stop being a drama queen!” my mum demanded. “I'm not being a drama queen. I feel like shit!.