As soon as we got in the car, Cindy reached for the radio, which was set to the college station I like. I slapped her hand hard -- a sharp little CRAC... sound echoing in the garage -- and said, "Put your seatbelt on." Cindy pouted, but sullenly tugged the shoulder harness down and fastened it across her waist. I buckled in too and started the car.Three blocks away from the house, Cindy made a face at the Sonic Youth track that was playing. "This sucks," she declared, and reached for the radio. A king size one. Which is exactly what I'd ordered over the Internet. Of course I didn't tell mom that. I even pretended to call the front desk when we discovered it. And then I had a pretend conversation with the dead line."They're completely sold out. Due to the bike ride and the tourists and everything, we can't get another room," I explained to mom once I'd hung up. "I'll sleep on the couch". She wasn't happy but what could she do. We unpacked. I put both our disguises and the paint cans on. Cat had remembered half her tasks. Another time, she’d have reminded her of the need to flush, but Cat had had a busy afternoon. Kate washed her own hands and headed for the kitchen. Katherine followed her.“Really, Mother.” She took a minute to think how to express herself. Mom looked at her quizzically, but stayed silent. “You might not talk about your own activities, but you’ve talked loads about the first time I brought Char here.”“Only about what you said, dear.” Kate had quite forgotten. ”Heather said, “I got asked a few things when I was at the university, but did what Matt said; I brushed them off as inconsequential or too personal.”Matt chuckled, “With the TV show, we can always just say ‘Watch the next episode’ or tune in next season.” He laughed.Scarlett said, “I’m not sure I want you as full members to get involved with Mike Holiday and his Circle-X Productions.”Rose tittered, “You mean making a porn film like you did, mom?”Scarlett was taken back. Since she’d been.