I guess that Daddy must have figured so,because he stopped looking mad at me when he saw me heading forthe bathroom, with my little sister in tow. ...His worried looks at Chrissie seemed to increase a littlethough. I guess he was worried about just WHAT was wrong withhis daughter. Honestly, I was a little worried myself. I mean, I liked mylittle sister. But if she kept on doing this when she got older,I foresaw a lot of trouble for the little girl. I guess Daddycould see even further. Finally we were there and we walked down the hall to #812. I had the door open and we slipped in, alone at last! I hugged his shoulders as he drew me in for another soul searching, passion-filled kiss. His lips were so soft! I marvelled at their sensual touch on mine. They seemed to draw me in, an irresistible invitation to so much more that I could only imagine. "I want you!" he husked while kissing my cheek and breathing heavily into my ear. "I want you too!!" I blurted out while. And he was probably a lot closer to Lauren Bacall’s mother’s age than I was to Emily’s!Yep. Good judgment. I figured ol’ Humphrey had good judgment. Smoked too much. Drank a lot, or so I’d heard. But the man was more reliable, a lot more cool and collected, with reference to displaying some basic respect for the generational divide.There was no easy way out of this, short of packing up my gear and heading for spring training ten or eleven weeks early. Make myself scarce. Hope that the Orioles. It is a challenge to keep that fact foremost in my mind. Jayden reminds me of her beautiful mother. Look, but don't touch.The horses are fine. Their breath forms steam that flows from their frosted nostrils. There are still oats in the bin and about ten bales of meadow hay; plenty of solid food for all three animals. The balance of the deer carcass is frozen solid. We have about twenty-five pounds in the cabin cut into steaks and three roasts. Jayden and I can survive for a considerable length.