She let go of my hand to open the door. She stepped through the frame gracefully.I eagerly tried to follow.I promptly hit my head on an invisible wall... I stood looking the fool outside of the doorway.Damn.She actually slept here and considered this room her home. That made these four walls her residence. I couldn't come in uninvited.Maria turned her beautiful face around to peer at me. Her eyes betrayed her puzzlement. I'm sure no man had ever hesitated to enter a bedchamber with one as pretty. She seemed to be around my age, maybe slightly older.I swallowed my food and held out my hand. “John.”She took the hand with a smile. “Diana.”After letting her eat a few bites, I began with the standard questions, and she responded in kind. She told me she was a manager with one of the airlines, working mostly out of their base of operations in Dallas, but coming here to the operations center at the Phoenix office a couple of times a month. She indirectly volunteered the information that she. Her words made me remember that Rhee knew Dad well. Could she be right that Dad would forgive me and, more importantly, Liya? I certainly hope she is right, that Liya is right.We got back to some semblance of normality for us, but it was something of a stilted normality for a while. It felt like everyone was thinking hard about our situation as a group and of our own situations as they related to Dad and the Moms, particularly to Dad.A bit after 2:30, we tentatively wandered down to the living. But how could such a beauty such as Sylvia Jules be interested in me? I had long permed strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, I was tall with huge breasts that I couldn't get control of as I walked. I went to see Sylvia every night and watched her perform and every time I thought she was brilliant. When her performance was over she'd look at me and wink. I went backstage and knocked on her dressing room door. When I heard her say 'come in' I walked in. I almost tripped over my feet when I saw.