The two kids usually fought for the opportunity to answer the door, but this morning, Brad seemed determined to stay sitting where he was."Hi Gramma! ...i Aunt Jennifer!" said Hillary. "I'm having chocolate pudding for breakfast! And mom looks like a Barbie doll! It's so cool!"The expression on their faces didn't seem to agree with Hillary's assessment."You see! What did I tell you!" said Julie's mother-in-law."Good lord!" said her sister-in-law. "I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen. " The part about Glen and George?" Yes." Before Christmas? You're sure?" That's why she did it with Jimmy and I, Walter, to keep me from telling you like I told her I was going to do. Not that that makes me any less guilty for doing that to you." You were going to tell me? Why?" Well, you are my brother. I didn't want you to end up marrying a girl who can't be faithful." So, you were going to do me a favor, and tell me about her and Glen and George, and she tempted you?" Walter, I set the thing. .” “But what? Tell me.” “But, it's like I want to let go, of the hurt and the hard times, and just enjoy this moment, which has been so perfect, like a dream! But if I do, when it's over, all of this will come rushing back, and that will hurt worse then not letting go. It's like I can see life without the pain, but I don't want to visit it and have to come back to reality. Does that make sense?” “Yeah, I get it, but at the same time, you can't deny you feel something too. What does that mean. When we were all well matured and certain that he offered us no danger, we started playing for real.We would kick and say phrases like: "did it hurt well? I didn't even feel", "ah let go of scandal, nor did it hurt!" We took odd or even to see who was going to kick kkkkkkk, each one picked a ball and aimed the kick at it .... we were also trying to hit his bag with a ping pong ball ....Or I would ask him, "What are the balls for?" and while he did not answer "to kick" we would not stop.