Are we not good enough friends for you to share with me?”“No, it’s not like that. I just don’t have a lot to tell.”Donna gave Rachel a quizz...cal look. “I don’t get it, what do you mean? If you don’t feel comfortable telling me about your sex life that’s okay.”Rachel took a deep breath, “Oh no, I just don’t have a lot to say. I don’t have the stories you have. Glenn is a wonderful husband but our sex life seems rather bland compared to the books we’ve been reading and the stories you tell. I. Ten days before the event Karen told me the birthday bash was off because her friend had been let down by the family her daughter was going to be staying with that weekend. I was devastated realising my chance of an evening alone with Brooke was gone, but Karen was giving me one of her helpless and hopeful looks. It occurred to me that I could look after them both but didn’t want to suggest it, but when Karen did I ‘reluctantly’ agreed. I’d no idea who the friend’s daughter was but Karen said. Leaning forward, he said, “You can declare your major.”“Huh?”“I asked Oliver to be your academic advisor on this single occasion. It is time for you to declare a major,” answered William. He sat back and watched the expressions flash across Oscar’s face. They changed too fast to categorize them.Somewhat irritated at having a kid for his academic advisor, Oscar asked, “So what do you suggest?”“How about pottery?” asked William, his voice dripping with sarcasm.“Are you kidding?”“Why are you. "Angela was as good as her word. She rang on Saturday. Clive had gone off to watch a football match. Briony switched on the speakerphone so that Tom could join in the conversation."Let me give you some background," Angela said. "Clive is ambitious and a go-getter. He swept me off my feet and I married him despite some concerns voiced by my mother. I realise now that she was right. Yes he married me for my looks but he also married me for my money and social status. As a result he's the youngest.