"That's a funny sort of question to ask somebody." "Lots of people are Catholic," I replied. "Are you?" "No." "I was raised Catholic," I told him. ..."I respect Catholicism quite a bit, actually," he answered. "But I'm not religious or anything." "What do you respect about it?" I pressed. "Well, like, when I was in 11th grade I taught myself the 'Hail Mary'. I was kind of attracted to the Mariology thing." "You're kinda fucked up," I told him sweetly. He smiled in a funny, lop-sided way,. He was trying to be cool and almost affectionate, even though I could see the rage and frustration below the surface. As I pretended to still limp a little and needed help to do many things in reality I was, by then, completely healed and exercising daily in the private gym of Serena’s house. Kelly had suggested that since the two were clearly money hungry and too annoyed that I hadn’t died, their frustration could make them even nastier, so it was better for my own protection for me to stay. "Sounds like a plan!" I said. "Is there anything we need to run into town and get?"Jake sat down and said. "I don't think so. I've got plenty of food and beer."We sat there, soaking up the sun, listening to Jake tell how he had come to live here, and how he had been working to fix the place up. After a bit, we heard a car coming down the only road into the valley, and we got up to see if it was Jeff and Christine. It was. They pulled up in Jeff's Mustang and got out of the car and came in. You know the identity of your children's lovers, and where they live. You know that you can trust them."Sit down with them and encourage the status quo for practical reasons. Include Molly and me, of course. I think that our presence is useful to this arrangement. Don't worry: it's not one giant orgy, since you're not doing your kids, you and Molly aren't screwing, and I'm not sleeping with your kids, either. That's just my opinion. It's not the end of the world," Sundermann encouraged his.