“But now that I am here…” I snarled. But my anger was extinguished in an instant when I finally saw her at the other side of the road. She waved...at me as she walked closer. “Quite early, aren’t you?” she said using her hands “Early? You’re the late one,” I snarled, a little ember of anger still resides but I kept my cool to prevent onlookers who just noticed Myra’s sign language. She always gets the attention of others “Girls who messes up are cuter” “No they’re not” I firmly declared as. She kissed me back and caressed me through my shirt.“Well,” she said. “This is… cosy.” I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her hard. We fell onto the bed.“Bathroom?’ I enquired. She pointed and I went in to strain the potatoes.When I got back the room was dark, and I could just make out a mound on the bed. On closer inspection I saw it was her, naked, In a kneeling position, head on the mattress and rump up in the air. I didn’t know quite what she was expecting, but she seemed comfortable. Mom has a note from my American History teacher saying I’m disruptive.”“Me, too!” Birgit exclaimed. “Except it was social studies! Do you ask questions?”“Yes, and my teacher doesn’t like it.”“Is your mom handling it?” I asked.Matthew nodded and smirked, “Mom said if he thinks MY questions were tough, wait until he hears hers!”“What was the issue?”“The causes of the Civil War.”“Of course,” I replied, shaking my head. “Birgit’s was Pearl Harbor.”“What did you say, Sis?”“I asked about the embargos. And I had a place to stay, a regular income, and the prospect of getting me a small apartment in the not too distant future: I figured maybe a few more months. Hell, the way things were looking maybe I’d get to the point where I could give the moneyman a run for his money! Wouldn’t that be the cat’s meow.“It’s her birthday tomorrow,” said Claire, smiling the smile of the proud parent.“Yes, and something odd,” he said.“Something odd?” she said.“Yeah, out of nowhere, she asked me why Mister Jimmy.