Anyway, this is the story of the second time she came to see me, and the fun we had in my dorms…As the train came to a halt I remember thinking “w...ich one is she?”, then as she emerged through the sea of blonde girls, I saw my Eve. “Hey!” I waved, she smiled and gave me a cute little wave back and smiled at the goofy grin on my face. Once she fought her way through the ticket machines she came into the lobby and spun around looking for me, I was watching her from behind a plant and as she. There was a grainy photo of me standing beside my Suburban with the door open. It took me a minute to figure out it was an old photo in which I was playing chauffeur for Joanne. She'd been cut out of the picture. A second picture was of me looking down scowling. I puzzled over that one for a while. How long had this guy been following me? I finally realized that this was a picture from one of the video tapes of my show. I must have been looking down at something I was cooking. The cropping made. " We walked back to the car. That was when mom must have taken that picture. I don't remember her doing it, by that time the whole rest of the world could have disappeared and I wouldn't have noticed. I crawled into the backseat with all our stuff that mom had put back there and you reached in and grabbed a Grumpy t shirt that you had bought yourself out of one of the bags, and then stood up and took off your shirt. You used your shirt to wipe the sweat off your face and your chest, it was the. “Do you Chris?! Do you like touching mom’s butt?!”“uh –“ he hesitated, leaving all the opening my daughter needed.“You do! You do!” she exclaimed. “That’s gross Chris!”“Well mommy likes when your brother does it” I said, smiling at Chris. But before my daughter could ask too many questions, I quickly changed the subject. “Are you ready to go?” “Yeah”“Ok sweetie, why don’t you go wait downstairs for a bit while mommy picks out a pair of shoes” “Is Chris going to help?!” she teased.“maybe!” I.