They both looked at each other. "Not really," Karen giggled."Let us think about it during lunch," Irma said."Okay, as you wish," I said, "Come let's h...ve a drink."After lunch they went up to their room and returned with their rucksack."We have decided that we retain our room but stay with you," Irma said."You could have saved a lot of money if you had agreed to my proposal," Ramu said."We know but we'll feel more comfortable this way," Irma said.When we reached the front door of our cottage. "Rachel, I would love to hear something from Connie Francis. Could you get your guitar and play for us?"As if I had to ask! We spent a marvelous time singing with Rachel, three ladies enjoying the perfect summer afternoon. In the silence after the latest song I heard the gate creak and the patter of fast running feet."Papa!" piped a small voice.In our whirl of planning I had completely forgotten that Camille and Rose were coming over to be with their father. A bouncing ball of energy shot. I phoned her and tried to reason with her, pointing out that this was only one Friday night, and that we'd soon be spending every Tuesday and Friday night in her guestroom. This consoled her for about five minutes. Her next message was her trump card. "Mr. Bristow wants to meet with you. Be on Main Street at nine PM. He'll be driving his car." What did I tell you when we had our talk?" he asked, as soon as I was seated in his car.I had to think about our conversation. Which part did he want me. She wanted me to have a good time. She had me figured out so easily, and wanted me to live a better life. That’s the only way this made sense. She was so bubbly about the ‘date’ as she called it. I needed to stop thinking about it being something romantic. Chloe knew me well enough to know better than trying to hook me up with someone when I was tied down.We spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon touring Disney World. My sisters ran around trying to outdo each other at getting.