My younger son had caught me smoking a cigarette out on the deck one day, but I explained it away as an experiment with a cigarette left behind by ou... neighbor. Our neighbor did indeed smoke, but he rarely came to our house, unless he was mowing our yard. Since we had moved into the country to raise our c***dren, mowing six acres in the summer and plowing a 300 ft long driveway in the winter wasn’t something that Mikey had wanted to take upon as a chore, so he had hired a neighbor, that lived. Lia’s interpretation of Rosie meant old fashioned big shorts in white, a denim blouse with the sleeves rolled up and tied up as a demurely buttoned halter, and a red’n’white polka scarf tied round her head, her hair a loose pony tail tumbling out of the back.“Reward?” she asked, not waiting for my answer as she marched me inside, gently kicked the door closed behind her, pinned me to the wall, and kissed me until we had matching rivets. “Remind you of anything?”“Er...” I said unsurely.“You. They need to get moving, but I want to say goodbye to my baby girl.”She confirmed my suspicions as soon as I stepped into her arms. “Your father doesn’t need to know the truth. I can’t say I approve, but I do understand. You’ve had to face things no girl your age should have to think about and it’s changed how you look at the world. You’ll have to watch out for both of them, but don’t let that cynicism detract from the truly beautiful things in life.”“I will, and I’ll try,” I told her as I held. ” “No, that’s okay. I was just as panicked as you when I got here.” “When you got here,” said Victoria with a frown, “How long have you been here?” “Hour or two, maybe. You want more info you should talk to Danika over on your right. She’s been here for like, twelve hours or something.” The ginger girl paused briefly, her eyes on Victoria’s black-haired crotch. “By the way, did you know you’re bleeding?” Victoria froze and looked down. “That can’t be! I’m at least two weeks from my period!”.