I was just leaning sideways to pour the rest of the wine in my glass when I heard noises from inside the house. It had to be Krissa and her friend but...it was way too early from what they'd told me of their plans.Then, the slider opened and I heard from behind me, "Hi, Dad, we're back. We got bored. Our friends didn't show and Liz wanted to come back here." Oh, sure, um, I'm just finishing my wine, um, if you're staying in now, you two can grab something you want, there's wine or there's beer in. "Now I smiled to her."Thank you. I think you should know that I think of you as one of the good ones, here."She still looked a bit uneasy as she apologized once more, and left us. Juliet took pity on me and gave Liz a quick rundown about what had happened. She looked worried and uneasy when Juliet was finished."Liz, I'll be ok. They didn't do anything to my good looks, and they'll certainly pay or replace everything they have broken."That earned me a kiss. I felt a bit better after that, but I. His large dog growling at his side. He called the dog Shit-head and told him to shut up, that we were friends. We joked that Shit-head was a funny name for a dog. Claw wasn't laughing. I suppose for a serious biker, Shit-head was a good name. Claw wanted to know if we were a couple of cock teasers or ready for a real man. Just then a bell clanged as a car drove in for gas. While Claw was gone we tried to make friends with Shit-head. He was the biggest Black Labrador dog that I had ever. So I snagged Pat's booster and we went to the rental agency. In 10 minutes we were back. Soon we were on the familiar road to Mitchell. Between the cooler air in the terminal and the car's motion Sarah calmed down. Patrick (semi-legally) sat on his booster, front left. He was looking around a lot."How old are Gramma and Gramps?" he asked."Your grandfather is 68, nearly 69, and my Mum is 64. They've been married for almost 45 years. Your Uncle David is 43." I thought giving him a lot of data was.