Despite our differences in looks and upbringing we had gotten on brilliantly from the first moment, and had soon established our roles. I’d keep our...room tidy, help her with homework and remind her of deadlines, while she made sure that I didn’t get buried under books and whisked me out of the dorm room to party and have fun every so often. “I really don’t know!” I told her again, and almost shrieked when she moved on the bed and the mattress compressed on both sides of my hips. “Anne!” She. Said Emma. Just let me know when they are ready and I will send one or more of our students to pick them up. Thanks. Female students I assume? How are things going with your new friend? She rubbed her groin and said. Sore, but great. I smiled and went to Anna Torres. So Anna. How do you feel about your son-in-law? She looked at me with question in her eyes. Do you lick him. I intentionally misspoke, smiling. Oh! Is it what he wants? She asked. Well I understand he is short but fat. Is this to. Not for what I said, but how I said it.”“And I owe you one for interfering in something I shouldn’t have.”“I’m going to need to talk to Dad, too,” I said. “But again, only for walking away, not for objecting to his classification of April as not being a ‘nice’ girl.”“I thought for a moment you were going to say, ‘make Mom’ instead of ‘make me’.”“For a moment, I was. But at that split second good sense overcame my emotional response.”“I thought about what you said, Mike, and I have to admit. I would keep an eye on the little meadow and pull out the occasional dandelion, thistle or willowherb, then, twice a year, mow it down and rake off the 'hay'. I had to explain to the cemetery gardener why I didn't want it trimmed every week; the flowers had to mature and seed, or do whatever they were supposed to do in order to return the following year, but he understood and was happy to leave that one grave to me to tend.Time passed, erratically, for me on my own. Our children were married.