"You're beautiful, Lucy. You're amazing." And am I... sexy?" Of course you are," I said lightly, trying to laugh it off. "You're a hottie! If you were...'t my daughter, I'd..." I caught myself and stumbled to a halt."You'd what?" Lucy asked, the tears stopped, her eyes fixed on mine. I shook my head, not trusting myself to answer. Instead, she tiled her head slightly to one side. "You thought I was sexy when we played that game, didn't you, daddy?"I nodded mutely. This conversation was moving. We love you," I said.We took the truckload up to Marty's and went and bought big wheelbarrows and big garden carts and metal 55-gallon drums. We packed everything and made the pass just like we did before, except that Zepha and Momma went first, to make sure Momma didn't freak out then she saw what happened.We went and moved everything out of the way. It went just like it was supposed to. Everyone else came through in the end. It was mid morning when we finished coming through. We rolled the. Mia will be there too and she’s strong as well. So don’t worry. Grace lives her emotions, that’s how I wanted her to be. Rich in her experiences, and fully alive. I never said ‘don’t cry’, I said ‘cry and then you’ll feel better’. Being emotional is strong, not weak.” She finished with a little laugh that showed her conviction.“Well should we approach Mia’s parents?” Claude transferred his anxiety from one girl to the other. “I mean, they think she’s here on a holiday, like the boys’ parents. She didn't say a word and when the door was closed, she wrapped her arms around my neck and laid the best kiss on me that she could possibly give. Now that's how I like to be greeted by my best and only girl."I'm good now that you're here," she said with a serious look.I'm not sure how I picked up on it, but something wasn't quite right. She was upset or worried about something and it wasn't about me."Are you OK? What's wrong?" I asked."Nothing ... nothing much," she said uncertainly."Come on,.