She knew ... she wasn’t saying. Her kid was going to be an Austin ... it’s a family tradition.Me?Can you imagine the length of hospitalization if ... told the truth? A tropical island in the middle of the Black Sea?“Psst ... Junior.”“Lemme see what you wrote.”I filled out:WHERE? The tipi at 19th and Piney Ridge. Hamlin LakeWHEN? Ferris State University, Central Michigan University, Fireworks Kegger.WHO? No Clue.Zoe?At home with my husband, JW Flintkote.Zoe was later than Junior and me.JW was out. I was thinking that I'd just get in bed with her and let her sleep in my arms a bit longer. Gwen smiled again, then lay down on the couch and closed her eyes. Not exactly what I'd had in mind."I thought we'd go get some breakfast later," I said. Gwen nodded her head slightly in answer. I got up and knelt beside her. "I want to kiss you," I murmured quietly."You do?" she asked, sleepily."Yes," and I leaned in. I thought she'd turn to meet me, but she didn't. So I gave her a quick peck on her. When the wind blew softly throughthe grasses, you can hear the grass whispering in the wind. I looked upat the sun with my eyes close. I felt the warmth on my face. It wasgetting very warm. I was feeling hot.I open my eyes and found my sisters had awakened and they had all piledon top of me, still half asleep. Then I thought butterflies that arewhat I want to put on my walls in my bedroom. I smiled and just laythere, thinking; God did make me perfect. I'm just another one of Godschildren, who. He was doing most of his mumbled talking about the Chicago Bulls. At least she thought it was about the Bulls. They were going to gore some horse, or occasionally die in the heat. One clear prediction for next year: the Cubs were going to lose 100 games again.It was hot in her overheated apartment. It would be a good night to sleep al fresco, so fitting the action to the thought she went to the balcony and slid the large door open.She arranged her diaphanous nightgown carefully and slid into.