"Okay Trace".When we reached home the house was quiet. Every one had gone to bed. I knew dad would be fast asleep drunk. When we entered the house I b...gan kissing mom again in the living room down stairs. At first she protested saying that someone could come down stairs.I replied quietly but firmly, "Trace I love you as I have never loved anyone before. I just want to kiss you all the time. I can't help it. Besides everyone is fast asleep"."That's sweet Matt, I love you to! But I am a married. It showed the little bitch she wasn't going to be a complete door mat despite her blackmailing. On the other hand Lucy knew Karen was capable of stirring up a lot more trouble for this show of rebellion.After showering and dressing Lucy went downstairs to start the coffee pot and to brew some tea for herself. She was surprised to find Barry up already and drinking his morning cup."Couldn't sleep," Lucy asked as she put the kettle on to boil."I was sleeping fine until Karen woke me up bitching. I should mention they are anAfrican American couple but he is a veteran. I asked the lady if shewould pass along our offer of shelter to that couple and we would bethere to meet them soon. She informed me that she thought we were beingvery Christian and that she would be happy to talk with the couple forus.We got dressed and drove to the shelter. Inside we met with the RedCross worker and she led us into an office where we met Jamal andRebecca. My first impression of them was that they were. Sophie was quick about it. She didn’t want Concertina to suspect something. He grabbed the wine glass from the piano and gave Sophie a silent toast. She smiled, nodded, and looked away. Sophie spotted Michele and Valerie by the staircase. She saw Val’s head as it turned away in disgust. ‘A catfight,’ purred Sophie, placing the wine glass beside the piano. She wined her way through the crowd and she smiled at all the men. Sophie never smiled at ugly people and she never smiled at poor people..