Sometimes her smile looks almost knowing. Sometimes inviting. Sometimes as if she knows exactly what she is causing. Sometimes innocent.And it gets me...hot and bothered.The other day, I needed to tell her something and when I called to hear where she was, she called softly and said: "I'm here - in the washing room". Knocking on the door again, I made sure that I do not intrude, as it is also the room in which she changes into her working clothes.Her dress sense is modern and she likes earthy. Thompson, her best friend Mary’s mother. “I already dropped Mary and Kelli off at the dance. They didn’t want to drive all the way across town with me to come get you.” “Yeah, I can understand that.” Krista said, getting in and buckling her seatbelt. “Thanks for coming to get me. At least you don’t have to drive me all the way back.” “No problem, sweetie, I just hope I wasn’t too late. I know it was supposed to be 6:30, but better late than never, right?” “That’s okay, Mrs. Thompson, I…”. I drove ten miles over the speed limit without paying attention to what they were saying, intent on making up the time we had lost. When we arrived at the Cochran house the two girls were laughing and talking in whispers."Thanks for coming. Suzanne's usually not one to need or accept advice from others. You have amazing influence over her," I said to Marcie at we walked to the front door.She laughed and squeezed my arm. "If only I could influence you I would have gotten lucky last night."I. Veronica and Haley were my healthy meal. The pleasures of being with them wholesome and healthy, an antidote to all the extreme and unsustainable highs and lows I’d somehow fitted in between my busy work commitments in California. I loved the quiet Saturday evening I spent with them, snuggled up on the sofa with Veronica as Haley squirmed and wriggled and cuddled between us as we watched a suitable Disney family movie. I loved the love-making that followed when Haley was both safely in bed and.