How many is that?" One." Good. So I put one toothpick down." I got a toothpick out of the box and put it down near the bowl where we could both see it..."Now we put it in with the orange juice." I held the cup upside down and dug my finger into the sugar until it fell out. I looked and dug a little more of it until it was empty. The cup went back into the sugar bowl."OK. Now we need to mix it in with the orange juice. Go ahead and stir it. OK." I held her hand and turned the spoon around, then. I saw the look on Ted's face. I knew that something was up. I looked at Ted and said that we' have to blow-up the airbed. My little three bedroom house had one as a den. We'd put Steve in there on the airbed. Steve asked if he could have a shower. I got fresh towels and soap. There was a new tootbrush and deoderant for him. When Steve closed the bathroom door, Ted said,"Wait! Push your clothes out so they can be washed too."Steve did as Ted suggested. Ted had those briefs on his face. ‘Right on time, Adam. I take that as a good sign for things to come later, come in, come in.’ This time, I got introduced to her kids and we chatted in the kitchen until everything was ready. We all four had a nice dinner, then the kids were sent off to do their homework while I helped Erica clean up in the kitchen. She was wearing the same wonderful outfit and had given me an open-leg flash or two during dinner which surely aided my digestion immensely. Then as she was putting our plates in. Bertha Landrau had taught the junior high Sunday School class since Moses was a baby. I suspected that had I gone to this church as a child, she would have taught me. Finally, at age eighty-one, she decided she’d ‘had enough of the unruly and evil children’ in the church and that God could call her home but she wasn’t going back in that classroom.Why I opened my mouth, I can’t say. When the fall classes started, I sat with fourteen seventh and eighth graders in front of me trying to make the.