There was much altercation, I made my mother cry by saying that when of age I would get chambers away from her, and into the spare room I moved.It was...next to my mother’s. Installed there I did nothing but complain of its inconvenience. I smoked incessantly in it. The smell got into mother’s bed-room, and she could not bear tobacco smoke. I made a noise when she was in bed, — that annoyed her. I did all in a quiet way to make her as uncomfortable as possible. An uncle and aunt who stopped with. "I nodded, hoping she was going to ask me to sit down."You a good shot?" she asked."With a rifle," I said. "Just ordinary with a musket and bad as any with a pistol."She hefted a short, big barreled weapon from the floor. "I use this," she said, "usually with buck and ball." Looks like an old blunderbuss," I said."Terrible thing if you get close enough, and we get close; got no rifles."I nodded."Sit," she said. I found a stool and pulled it up.She put her fist to her mouth and squinted at me.. " ... no one ever does that..." ... so it would be obvious..." ... and it's you!" they finished together.I pitied the man (men?) these girls married. I wondered if he would ever get to talk. Of course, that sounded like my situation."You're our Daddy!" they squealed happily, starting with the wet, sloppy kisses everywhere again. Well, almost everywhere. Maybe someday. Poor me."Who was your Mother, girls?" I asked, curious."The modern translation of her name would be Rhonda McGarrett," Valerie. It was a light drizzle at first, but then it started to rain harder.“Let’s get out of here. They wouldn’t be too happy if I brought the ‘runaway’ back with a cold.” Other than the fact that it did stop raining, the drive home was uneventful. The two of us kept quiet until Alyssa broke the silence after I parked the car onto the driveway.“Thanks. For everything back there.”“Why are you thanking me? I should be the one thanking you, actually.”“How come?”“I wouldn’t have noticed anything until you.