Trust me, and I'll set you up for whatever you decide." I had no idea where this was going, but I trusted her. The next day, I followed her plan. I sc...eduled vacation time the following week, the first time I did so without consulting my husband since our wedding day. It was also the first time I had excluded my kids from my vacation plans since they were born. When work ended, I drove to Spirit of St. Louis airport. A limo was waiting there to take me home to pack. The driver was a woman and. Someone had broken her nose and blackened her eyes. She was certain now that her front teeth were missing--all four of them, top and bottom, maybe more. She had clutched the cell phone in her hand, that miserable fucking cell phone in her backpack. And she had been naked."Jesus Christ, Melissa! That girl looked just like you. What the Eff is going on?" Not here!" she whispered harshly. The Barbie's were unabashedly glancing at them, exchanging smirky whispers. Melissa was far from the most. They came to a landing. I paused for a minute, decided there was no danger, and took each step slowly. The stairs were cold, and when I reached the bottom, there was nothing but a stall with a metal folding door. The room could not have been more than five feet by five feet, the stall only big enough for one person to stand in. I looked around for something, not really knowing what I was looking at or for. I went into the booth, and when I did the doors closed behind me making a wave of panic. Fathering three more babies at a time when we – that is, he and I - are about to become grandparents. Oh, my goodness: how am I going to tell my daughters that they are going to be mothers before I am! It is embarrassing me no end."Judith was thinking out of the box. "As I am also married to George, does that mean when the girls have their babies that I will become a grandmother, as well as you?" Oh, my, you are right! That's another thing I never thought of. I suppose that technically, you.