I have time." Yeah, keep saying that," she nodded. "When your eighteen and working at McDonalds you can supersize my fries for me." Oh, now you're jus... rubbing it in," I frowned and I thought that was kind of mean."I know. I'm sorry," Mom sighed and she knew she pushed people's buttons sometimes without thinking about it. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you invite your friend over here for dinner on Friday, okay?" Mom, no..." Hold on, just ... Let me finish," Mom held up her hand. "Invite him. I drove us to the restaurant and she lit up even more, seeing the sign of the restaurant as we pulled in. Like I had said earlier she loved this restaurant, only she didn't get to come here very often because her dad wasn't as well off as I was.I parked, got out and went around opening the door so she could get out. As she stood up, before I could even close the car door, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that was nowhere near the kind of kiss a niece should give her uncle.. He’s better than you give him credit for.” She was calm as she said it, using a tone that said she’d tried to convince Tabby of this before.“Honestly, I don’t even consider them awful,” I said. “It’s the best I can do though. The three people on my list are responsible for ruining so many lives that I can personally point to that I would have no problem with any of their deaths. And I can hardly demand that any of those girls carry a rapist’s baby to term. They were traumatized enough when they. .. no I suppose that's OK. Make sure you grab something to eat there then. Don't just fill up on popcorn, alright?" she admonished."OK, mom," she replied sheepishly."See ya, Greg," she hollered as she ran out the door."Well, I guess it's just going to be you and me for supper, Greg," Mrs. Clark announced."I guess so." Putting a serious look on his face, Greg pressed on with the plan. "You know, Mrs. C., you really didn't set a good example for your daughter this evening. You knew the right.