" Holly was clearly at a loss for words. Before she could form another word, Jonas came into the kitchen dressed for work. As if welcoming Marigold in...o some secret conspiracy, Holly closed her mouth, put on a mask of normalcy, and said, "Good morning, Jonas. Coffee should be ready."Marigold didn't get another chance that morning to talk to her mother about her dress. It was probably just as well. What she had in mind probably wouldn't shock Holly, but she was liable to protest if she thought. “I will definitely do that.”Then he held her hand again and asked her what she was going to do when she turned 18 in a couple of weeks.“I don’t know yet, I’m hoping that someone will find me a job and somewhere to live.”“Have you ever considered working in a children’s home, you can often get free accommodation thrown in.”“I never thought of that, I’ll think about it but where could I get a job in a home?”“Well you’d have to have some training but maybe I can find a place for you in a. A new vacuum. Another iron. Rubber clothes and Clorox for thetoilet. Cookbooks.I had read that this had happened to other men, men with dominant wives,men with unique quirks. But a sissy's life can be a lonely one. Therewas no support group for me. I didn't go to the bars anymore. My friendsnever came around.Those morning talks with Tuck were my lifeline.Besides that, I just cleaned.And watched Meg make love to Tuck.* *I was ironing one Sunday afternoon when Tuck showed up. Meg wasn't withhim,. Matt...” he repeated then looked at Tricia. “This is the boy that was saying he’d gotten you pregnant?!!?”“He never said that Dad. I told you it was a rumor He didn’t start it. He didn’t even know about it. People just avoided him at school. He was very nice to me today. He found out about it on the weekend and wanted to apologize to me for any harm it caused.”I don’t think her father bought that at all. The look on his face was much harder when he turned it on me.“And what do you have to say.