I didn’t know what she was talking about. I wasn’t sure my last night’s dream was a dream at all. I took my hands away and sat in silence as mom...continued to wash me.“Mom, what happened last night?” I asked after a few seconds of silence.“Oh, don’t YOU remember?” she said, “After all you did everything!”“Everything?!” I was flabbergasted. “You mean… everything?”Mom stopped scrubbing me almost instantly. “You don’t remember?”“No mom. I mean, I had a dream… but I don’t remember much.” I. She looked over her shoulder at me. “I wish there was something I could do to make it better.”I kissed her neck and she made a small noise of pleasure.“You’re making it better right now,” I whispered against her skin. “Just by being here. Just by being you. Thank you. I know all this can’t be fun for you.”Olivia spun around and rested her arms on my shoulders, clasping her hands at the back of my neck. “Fun? You can’t have fun every second. It would lose its novelty.”“I think you’re used to a. Scowl got all excited and raised. The most irritating play in poker was the check-raise.Mike looked at him and said, "If that's the way you want to play, I re-raise." Kid, you need to learn how to play," he said as he re-raised."I may be young, but my chips are pretty mature," Mike replied sarcastically and he re-raised.I was getting a little worried that Mike was getting sucked in. Mr. Scowl seemed to feel he had a great hand. Neither he nor Mike backed down. The re-raising kept up until Mr.. Cathy arrived at the farm a little early, Billy had cooked their supper, and it was a delight. He had cooked a standing rib roast, with potatoes, carrots, and onions, and had made a super, brown gravy to accompany it. He also had green beans, and a very large peach pie. He, during the day, had stopped during his work, and bought a 5 quart container of ice cream. He had brewed a fresh pot of coffee, and made tea and Kool-Aid. This time it was strawberry. He had also put a bottle of red wine out,.