"How 'bout your Aunt Izzy? She's almost the same age you know."Rosie looked over at her aunt, cocked her head and then shook it from side to side. "No...e, no wrinkles." she announced."Well, what about Aunt Peggy? She's older than all of us. She's got to have a few wrinkles."Rosie looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Aunt Peggy looks even younger than you daddy."I smiled at her and winked. "Guess I'd better get my eyes checked, huh?"Izzy put her book down, pushed away from the table, got up and. "I've been busy!" Cinders protested."Right, get a bath and find summat smart," the father said, "You can behave like a proper brought up girl for a change." But father!" she protested."No more rags for you," he said, "Mother, find that frilly white thing she wore at Ada Ormskirk's wedding." That was bridesmaids dress," the mother reminded him, "You better wear that nice blue dress." I can't give blow jobs in a posh dress!" Cinders gasped."Exactly," her father explained, "Exactly, I give you. How long have I been asleep? Why am I still wearing my watch? I turn my head to the right and see her. She’s lying in the bed on her side with her back to me, propped up on one elbow. Naked as well, from what I can see. The rhythmic tapping telling me she’s working on her laptop, maybe that’s what woke me. What’s she doing? An essay? Her dissertation? Maybe she’s on the website where we met. I choose to not lean over and check - more from my own laziness than any respect to her privacy. I. You keep reminding me of that, but she just doesn't do it for me." What's that supposed to mean? She's very pretty and smart and comes from a good family. I don't see..." That's right mom. You don't see--at least not with a man's eyes. Jessica is pretty and smart as you say, but she doesn't have the equipment I look for in a woman." And what kind of equipment is that?" I could see the determined look on her face. When she gets like this, there's no stopping her. I really put my foot in my mouth.