" OK," he said sitting on the bed.Mrs Bright continued."Now Katie, we have spoken to Social Services and we all think thatbecause of the problems that...you have had and to save you any more worry,you should stay with us as a foster child. That is if you want to."I looked at them both. They had been so nice and kind to me."Please can I stay?" Of course."With that they came and gave me a big hug, closely followed by Nicola whojumped on the bed and made a lot of noise. I was sure that she had. Dad accepted his sandwich with a smile and asked how my day had gone. He was pleased to be more than half done with the soybean harvest and he thought the yields looked pretty good.I wolfed down my own meatball sandwich with some chips and washed it down with a Pepsi.Back in the house, Josh begged me to make him a malt before bed. I found a couple of bananas and blended them up with chocolate syrup and ice cream. He could barely finish his before Mom ushered him off to bed.I grabbed a long hot. The painting I was quizzing her about, she said she had a few more paintings in the basement if I wanted to go look. I told her yes. She went to lock the door, so no one would steal anything while we were alone downstairs. She took my hand and lead me down the stairs. Once down there she pulled out this crappy painting, I tried to show some interest but all I could do was wonder what she would look like naked. Then out of the no where she said that there was something about me that made her. I wasn’t fooled that day at the football final. I knew why you were there. I don’t know how you were there and I don’t want to know but I know why you were there. Do you still feel the same way, Ashleigh?”“I don’t think that I should admit that to you, Ronnie.”“Aaaahhh, you are young and inexperienced. What you just said in itself is an admission. Do you think that I can’t read the way you look at him? How severe is your attraction, Ash? Is it important enough for you to put off your wedding.