.. too much of her fat. Just my personal suggestion. I’ve always liked her kind of plump, just the way that she is,” I smiled at both ladies.“So...... your request is that I not change them at all, except for the obvious things. I like that. It tells me that you truly do enjoy them the way that they are, that you like them for themselves, rather than wishing them to be someone else. See how much Jack cares about you, girls?” Margret smiled at both girls, both of whom were wide-eyed with shock. I ran that visual in my mind absently for a moment and scrapped it away. Mom smiled and took off her shoes, kept it on the shoe rack in the room and went inside.Our maid Sudha was already here and she was cooking. The faint waft of food being prepared hung in the air.After a while Mom came to me.Mom: The water heater is not working.Me: Really? It was working yesterday.Mom: I know but now it’s not working.Me: Are you sure?And she said, “duh” like how a teenage girl would say it.The animated face. To think, she had loved English Muffins once upon a time. The present: ‘Have a line,’ Glory beamed, eyes sparkling as she sniffed her nose, arms around Amanda’s shoulders. ‘You’re high,’ grinned Amanda, the whiskey sliding down her throat, ice cubes clanking against the glass, a liquid, honey colored, shadow forming on the half melted ice cubes. ‘Don’t be a square,’ Glory said, waving the vile in front of her nose, that choppy, rugged looking snow dusting the glass with tiny flakes of white. I'm not too sure I'm in favor of that." It's a tough row to hoe," Jason shook his head. "I had to take a swing at being a single parent twice, and I couldn't have done it without a lot of help. My folks and Christine, of course, but Vicky's folks and Vicky all helped out." I remember playing with Duane in a wading pool like that," Vicky nodded. "Duane must have been right around that age, so I must have been nine or so. I'm pretty sure it was even before you were going with Christine, or at.