After waiting another few minutes, I finally had to ask, "What's goingon?" I watched her suspiciously, wondering why she looked like the catwho swall...wed the canary.Mom looked as though she was going to deny anything, but after takinganother look at me she shrugged instead. "I'll tell you after dinner,"she grinned. Then she gestured to the kitchen and asked, "You want tostart peeling potatoes?"With a shrug, I started to do as she asked. One of the things that I'dalways liked about my mom. The first room was Tanner’s room. It was chalked full of posters and an un-made bed. The second room was the room to Tanner’s older sister, Tatianna. We stepped to the door of the master bedroom.“This is where all the fun stuff happens,” she said, pulling me into the bedroom. A canopied, four-posted bed was positioned against the far wall, and a large bay window providing a great view into a tree-shrouded back yard. I was looking out the window and didn’t notice her loss of covering. I turned. His eyes seemed to appraise Michael's lanky frame from his Reef sandals up to his thick Bay Store hoddie. "Mookie, its good you're going to lime with us tonight. We're all going to have a fine time." Michael's smile faded slightly. He nodded his head to acknowledge the remark. The Trinidadian left Michael lost for words sometimes. He was not comfortable with the man yet. Not for his parent's reasons though, Acton Heighes had poise and the body to match it. With little effort he commanded. They aren’t important to us unless they are names you decide to use on us.”She closed the door as I stepped into the foyer. It was marvelously appointed in a classic, almost victorian style, with bold colors muted by subtle lighting that was easy on the eyes.“I am the doorkeeper, among other things, but you may call me whatever you want, D.”The doorkeeper was easy on the eyes, too. She had thick, wild-looking, but perfectly styled dark hair to her shoulders, which were bare as her dress design.