Nooooo...." she wailed as shelooked up at Vicky. "Please.....I know I was an ass before...I was justprotecting my dad...." She implored.Vicky smiled. ...Whatever do you mean Denise?" she said with concern."I'm truly not doing anything; and a beautiful young woman likeyourself shouldn't cry."Denise groaned as her body started throbbing. "I'm not a youngwoman...." she cried as she stumbled into Vicky's arms."If that were so Denise," Vicky said with sympathy. "Then why do youhave these large. Speaking to the joiner himself, who was speaking with his mouth still chewing – he was clearly at home having his evening meal – he was willing to come along to see for himself what was wanted, and give the quote then. We fixed a time for him to call the next day, just after lunch.I was at the tradesmen’s’ door to meet him when he knocked.“Mr. Young?” I enquired.“Yes. You must be Mr. Jeeves.”“That is so. Welcome. Allow me to escort you to where we have our query.”I took him through to the. As the family grew a second table was needed for the children. A second section of deck was procured and a second table built only a little smaller. It was only three feet wide and eight feet long. The children’s table sat at the far end of the room with the original table in the center. The two tables would have made T if they weren’t separated for more seating. The chairs were a collection like he had never seen. No two chairs were the same. Gran Kennedy had told him they were collected from. "That would be good," I said. "Theresa and I are stuck here. Thanks, Dad."He turned and smiled at me."You're growing up," he said. "It's hard to deal with. I'm sure you remember how I was with your sister."That made me smile. I did remember."Go and take care of her," I said.Theresa waited outside and when my parents walked out, she asked, "What was all that about?" My son is growing up and I'm having a bit of trouble understanding my role in all of it. With his sister, I didn't know what I was.