The outfit looked absolutely fantastic once I added acincher-belt and a pair of shoulder-length lycragloves. I couldn't wait to try it out in the rump...sroom (which my imagination transformed into a 19thcentury Soho music hall). Unfortunately, it was weeksbefore I found myself alone in the house. My bedroomwas too small to perform in, and anyway, I didn't wantto run the risk of being discovered.By the time Mum went to spend the weekend at Grandma'splace, I was almost climbing the walls. If. .. For being you." No," I whisper back. "Thank YOU for being YOU. See you soon, Jamie." Ishut the door and let out a long sigh. "I- I love you..."After spending an interminable Easter Saturday at my aunt's house with myparents and my sisters, and an even more tedious Sunday morning at churchwith my family, I don't even bother coming up with an excuse to go roundto Jamie's house in the evening. After once again being escorted up toJamie's room by her dad, I sit down next to her on the bed and. "I don't know what's gotten into you, Becky, but I think you need to take some time to pray and get your head on straight. I'm going out of town on Tuesday until Thursday. By the time I get back, I'll expect you to have sorted out your employment." "You're going out of town?" "Did I not just say that?" "It's Sunday afternoon. When did you think I was going to get your clothes done?" He gave me the coldest look of our married life. "I am not having this conversation with you. In fact, I'm. She'd worried that Tomas might come to regret their plan for Omar to get her pregnant, instead of him, despite all of her husband's assurances to the contrary; but this was apparently not the case after all, and she was relieved."Have you heard from Omar lately?" Mara asked as she began toweling off."No," Tomas answered. "I've sent him most of the pictures I took of you and him when were in Kenya, and I sent him confirmation that you were definitely pregnant. But, I've heard nothing in reply.".