Teagan swam over, crawled out of the pool and kneeled down next to Sundee, pulling her close and holding her tightly. Sundee wrapped her arms around ...eagan and began to sob softly. “It’s going to be OK my babe, it’s going to be Ok…” Teagan whispered. Teagan gently kissed Sundee’s forehead along her hairline and slowly worked her way down to her cheek; showering Sundee with tiny, almost imperceptibly soft, kisses. “I promise it’s going to be OK…” The two friends held each other for several. She told me a long time ago, when I was just a little kid, she always loved to smell me when I was a baby. The talcum powder, my hair, even my baby breath. She’s one of those people who like candles for their smell, and those fancy soaps they sell at fairs and festivals, and potpourri (hey Deedee, see, I even know how to spell it !!). So I guess it’s just another natural thing for Mommy to be smelling me now, while I’m in puberty. Deedee, I guess you’ll be learning all about that next year. . just fabulous" he said. "Now isn't room four you're room"I had no idea, if he said it was, then it was as he said it was, we must have used that room before, to carry out our transactions."Just straight along the corridor honey" Diane said, using the pencil she had been chewing to point out the direction.With Steve in tow, I counted out the numbers on the doors, 1... 2... 3... 4. I stood with my hand on the doorknob, unable to turn and enter, once I stepped through it there was no turning. ” Then she made a face and added, “We’ve done nothing BUT talk about her problem.”I said, “The situation’s hopeless. The doctors were firm. She can’t conceive and her husband won’t consider adoption. He wants his own spawn walking the earth, God help us all. So, it’s the classic Catch-22. How can a husband have a child if he won’t adopt, and the wife can’t conceive?”From beneath my arm I heard a timid voice say, “He could have one through a surrogate.” I laughed and said, “That’s a minimum of.