I started working out every day from nine in the morning until noon. Then I would eat a healthy lunch at the Wild Oats market, and go home and write, ...ober (it is the only way), until dinnertime. Every weekend I would take the kids on at least one excursion of their choosing, usually Water Land or the movies. After several months of this, I was in much better condition, both physically and emotionally – but I was still lonely. And then I started a peculiar habit. I would open up the email from. My husband thinks I’m deranged.”“And the other girl? Deena?”“Two years younger,” I grinned. “My husband’s daughter. MY evil stepchild. If I can do it, she can do it.”“That’s it!” Bren said. “We must stop Aneeta. She was sending them to us one at a time. Now she’s doubling up on us.” He looked at me, laughing. “I don’t suppose you’re going to major in mathematics, are you?”“Husband’s an engineer,” I said. “I’m ruint.”“Then let us proceed,” Ram said with an exaggerated sigh. “Doctor Patel says we. I know there are flaws. I shopped it around in hopes it would hit somewhere. I'm actually quite a bit happier with the one I'm working on now, but after this embarrassment I doubt you'd want to look at it." She shook her head. "At least I can say my dad died knowing I had a book in press, even if I really didn't. That's something. It's been so hard since he went down in the north tower, I can barely get along some days. You just don't know what it's like to lose someone like that."There was an. The other upstairs apartment is owned by a theater person and it has a good number of men in drag and people of questionable orientation.My sisters look good;Lisa in a green body suit and red wig like a batman character. Whatever bra she's wearing makes her look like a superhero. Those things could shoot bullets.Jennifer is in drag as a man, a 20's gangster, her tight pinstripe slacks show her bulging leg muscles. Neato!Jamie is a 60's hippie biker paired with her boyfriend. Her bell bottoms.