I sent Helen a message saying that I would be late, because I was checking on wedding preparations. That gave me an excuse to go down to the boathouse...and look around again. The progress was substantial. First, the yard below the house had been sectioned off like a county fair midway. Blocks were laid out for various food providers and entertainment stalls, even one for clown makeup. The boathouse itself had been pressure-washed and a crew was laying drop cloths for the painters. Inside, I was. Do you guys want to come over to say hi to J.C.? I think we're just going to order in some food and hang out for a while." J.C. is in town?" Al asked. "Is he just stopping in on his way to San Diego?" I'll let him tell you why he's here if he wants to," Brock replied. "I'm not sure he wants anyone to know. I hope you understand."Al understood completely without Brock saying a word. There was some sort of medical problem that J.C. wanted looked at without the Indians – or the media – finding. ??Silly girl,? Ilene smirked. ?You don?t sleep here. This is yourreceiving room. You entertain guests in this room. Your bedchamber,robing rooms, and private bath are through there.??You?re teasing me, aren?t you?? Deirdre gave his sister (the one timeboy was having no little difficulty with getting his head around the factthat he was now officially a she) a suspicious look.?Not at all, my darling,? Garret answered with a grin. ?I have it onquite good authority from my cousin, that these. "Yes, we'll be back by dinner time," I assured her.My uncles were indeed glad to see me, and they were impressed with my wives. My wives were impressed with the farms and the tales I told them about repairing the equipment on them. They also talked to my aunts about canning and freezing while I talked to my uncles about yields this past year. We had a very enjoyable time that day at the three farms that we visited.After dinner that night, Dad took me aside to talk to me, while Mom and my wives.