" She paused, uncertainof the path to take. "They're a family, and I'd really like to have allof them involved somehow; I don't know that having eight...people,counting Artemis, in your place will work."I'd also like to keep our supper kosher, if possible, and I know enoughto realize that's more complicated than any normal meal. Any ideas?"Trish looked thoughtful for a moment before looking at Amelia withsurprise."Mela, I have that festival in Vienna this weekend, Friday evening, andall day. Hedecided to flip the channels some more...soccer, tough man, nothingseemed to attract his interest today. He flipped the channels some moreand landed on America Next Top Model. "What the hell." He thought. "Nothing better on." He had flipped by this show numerous times before and could not stomach aminute of it, but something drew him to it suddenly. He found himselfadmiring the women on the show. They were so pretty and graceful...theway they talked, the way they moved...elegance to its. “You write with pencil?” he asked Whitney.“Uh-huh. I mean, yes, sir,” she answered.“Hold first kuài zi like pencil,” he instructed. He took one chopstick from her hand and she gripped the other like a pencil. He pushed the stick through her fingers so a couple of inches stuck out instead of just the point. She looked at him curiously. “Can move peanut with pencil and not hand?” he asked. She flicked the chopstick and a peanut went flying off her plate. He laughed. “Very strong girl. Need a. There's no need to start waving your dicks around to see who has the bigger one, OK?"I grinned."Oh, yeah?" Yeah. Just cool it and let things take their course. Mary and I have been chatting. We've got some ideas, but you can't rush this."Ideas? This was interesting."Such as?"She poked me."You'll find out."I splashed her and took off for the other end, Lee in pursuit. We did a couple of laps that way. I'd like to say I was well ahead of her, but that wouldn't be true. Lee was a varsity swimmer.