So, a nice surprise. "Good to see you," said Melanie. "Yeah," Peter answered, pleased. Peter gave her the once-over as discretely as possible. Yo! he ...valuated, Melanie's grown up! Had he seen her all the time the gradual changes would not have been as dramatic. Her straw-colored, thick hair began with a low hairline and ended at her shoulders, middle part. Even now, at the end of the day, her face looked fresh and scrubbed, her cheeks were rosy. At five and a half feet she was a few inches. We arrived at Cheryl's door and was met with a big grin. Taking us both by our arms she led us to the living room couch. As we sat down she asked us if we would like a glass of wine. I told her I never had any and would like to try some, Sister said yes she would so that's how we started our evening. I heard the Franklin whimpering and scratching a door, I asked Cheryl if Franklin was OK and she said "He's OK, I think it would be best to leave him in the bedroom for right now. He wants out here. “Agnes, tell me about yourself.”She looked at me for a moment and then shrugged. “My folks are rather old-fashioned. I grew up on a farm. Dad taught me how to drive anything. This summer, it was mostly a tractor. In high school, I was considered a nerd and a tall, skinny girl with glasses. I had laser treatment for my eyes but I’m still a nerd, I guess. You know I’m here on a volleyball scholarship and a merit scholarship. I’ll major in business and volleyball.“What about you, Eric?”I grew up. It was just our home.”Eric told me to stay with her while he checked it out. He treated it like an American soldier would, clearing a house full of hadjis. At least, as close as he could get without an automatic rifle, a full squad of soldiers, and a bunch of grenades. We could hear him going up the steps and moving around, with a couple of curses thrown in. He was back down with us, soon enough, and he closed and latched the door again before he said anything.“I’m sorry, ma’am. I found three.