You win hands down.”“And that little girl crying in the bathroom?”Odd. Until Mom mentioned it, just now, I was completely unaware of weeping sou...ds coming from my head. They’re unmistakable. Mom stops me from going to comfort Gwen. Claims empathy and comfort are feminine commodities. Logic is masculine. Suggests I devote some time considering how to logically explain to Luz and Carlita, what they think they saw, wasn’t real at all!“What’s her name? Did you fuck her?”“Gwen. Guenevieve. She’s. She’s made plenty of them – for instance she and my father married only six months before I came along (and I was a full-term baby).”“Really?” Hailey asked.“Oh, yeah,” Phil said. “A couple of years ago, I had to carry her and Dad to bed on New Year’s morning. They invited some friends over and got totally blitzed. It was all I could do to keep them from running down to the river at midnight and getting a head start on the Polar Bear club.”“What’s that?” Hailey asked.“It’s a bunch of dumbasses. He reached his hand out and touched the dragon, tracing its outline across her rippling six-pack, and come to rest on her belt buckle, 'Very nice job, where did you get this done'? he asked, still with his finger on her belt buckle, and as I looked I could see her skin flex as if he was prodding her and trying to venture further down, chasing the tail, and where it rested.There was an awkward silence, lasting only for a moment, when my niece, thrusting her hips against her finger said, 'Can you. I picked up my backpack, grabbed Sarahby the arm?hurting her from the sound she made?and led her down thesteps to the bus stop. Our plan was to take the bus?Mrs. Komori was soexcited for me when I asked if I could, she grinned widely enough I gotto see the metal dental work on her molars-- and then go to her houseand she'd show me how she could play the piano and I'd get to meet hermom. It was kind of a big step in our friendship as far as I wasconcerned. Pull this one off, charm her mom,.