Right over there.” Her attitude was dismissive as if she couldn’t even think why it would matter but she reached out and put her hand on the phone...before Terry could reach for it. “Terry, why don’t you go start sorting the mail, I’m sure that will have taken you this whole period, right dear?”He nodded, said “Yes, ma’am” and almost scurried out.She pointed at a door that said “Mr. Escobar ‘‘ on a nameplate. I tried to smile at Mrs. Blackman. I don’t know why she was doing it but sending us. John will love you." John!" What? Where?" No, I mean what do you mean John will love me? He's not going to see me like this." Well, of course he is. He's coming by tonight to pick me up. We're going out to dinner." Mom, you promised! You said nobody would see." I didn't mean John, silly. John's not just anybody. Besides, he'll be just as thrilled as I am." Her voice held a note of finality.It was suddenly all too much for me. The stress of the bath, the shameful delights that I knew I wasn't. Alright, I’ll talk to you later.’ Amy: ‘About sharing a bath?’ Amanda: ‘No, about what I got you for Christmas.’ Amanda hung up, and figured she’d check her email before going shopping. She was pleasantly surprised to have received an email back from Jack before he had gone back to work. She was even more surprised when she noticed that he had sent her a nude picture of himself! Amanda: ‘Oh my God, I can’t believe he just did that!’ Here was a picture of Jack, from the neck down, wearing. Just as the previous night my son snuck into the barn with bread.“I have some for both of you,” he whispered and broke apart a modest amount of stale bread for us.“You are a Saint,” Penelope said as he fed me. She asked him his name and he whispered “Charles Henry Hutchings, a pleasure to make your acquaintance!”“Charmed, I am sure,” she smiled from across the barn and said she offer to let him kiss her hand but it was otherwise occupied. Charles giggled at that.“My you are a handsome one.