Als ich fragte, wo ich denn nun schlafen können, zeigte sie mir die Couch: ‚Entweder da …‘ und dann ihr Bett: ‚… oder da!‘‚Und du?‘, ...ragte ich mit ziemlich langer Leitung.‚Ich schlafe hier!‘, und zeigte auf ihr Bett.‚Und ich darf wirklich auslesen?‘‚Klar!‘Ich zeigte (natürlich) auf ihr Bett, und wenig später lagen wir unter der Decke, umarmten uns, streichelten uns, küssten uns, erst vorsichtig, dann immer wilder …. Sie war überaus zärtlich und liebevoll, und sie liebte es, überall. I will come to church with you later, though. Will you be changing, Dear?” Mary smiled.“Yes, don’t worry; however comfortable these clothes are, I shall wear something more appropriate in God’s House.”Tommy returned shortly afterwards. He at least was appreciative of the way Mary looked, although he thought it more prudent not to say so.“I’ve got you an iPod and I’ve got all our stuff on my computer upstairs so I’ll put a kind of greatest hits selection together for you. I’ll also download some. I asked the girl, "Do you sing to her? She's what, only a couple of weeks old, but you can bet she's imprinted on your voice." I thought the sound might soothe both of them and distract the little mother from her painful breasts.She moved to the chair next to mine and sang a lullaby about riding a little pony and going to town to her baby for a few moments. I remembered that song from my own childhood, and I drank in the sound of her sweet voice like a rare wine. Watching the pure mother love. Even as she had showed a bit of manners towards me after Sam disclosed his heart problem, this was another level of kindness altogether.“No, Stacy. If Justice Thomas needs my attention then we must not keep him waiting.” As soon as I said that, I remembered that we had no idea where the Secret Service intended us to sleep, so I turned to Stacy and said, “Stacy? I am guessing, because no one has informed us, that we are staying here tonight. Is that true?”Stacy turned beet red, like this little.