She kept glancing up at me, and then her eyes would dart back down as she sipped at her coffee. She looked extremely fragile right then. Like a lost l...ttle girl, and it was breaking my heart. She was wearing an oversized black t-shirt and was still wrapped up in Amber’s blanket from the waist down; her leg was swinging nervously underneath it.“You read my letter?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.“Yeah,” she said with a small sigh. “I ... I am so hurt and confused right now, David. I. Put a towel on our bed and have some more fun before you go.” Still in our robes, we headed for the stairs as they headed for the bedroom. When we returned they were dressed and hugged us goodbye.Maira was eager for girl talk with Jo between classes. She had never felt comfortable talking about real personal stuff with her conservative Catholic family members but knew Jo was open minded and down to earth. She told Jo that being with us was the most fun they had since they started dating for two. I can’t trust myself anymore. Everything is all sex almost all the time. My mind is full of it, and I don’t know what normal is anymore, and while I remember caring about it, I just can’t bring myself to actually care about it anymore. I think I’m just depraved, now, I mean really-enjoying-it depraved. Like, right now, I’m stopping myself from explaining in detail what depraved things I want to say and do and see...”“Thank you, dear, I think we understand.”“Too much, huh? Sorry.”“I wish you. Though she was wearing a simple blouse and skirt, Marie looked effortlessly glamorous, like some model from the Sixties.Dessert was chocolate mousse and, delicious as it was, Kelly was so full that she could only finish half of hers. There was also brandy but Kelly took one sip, made a face, and didn’t touch the snifter again; the taste was simply too harsh for her young taste buds.Afterwards Kelly offered to stay and help Marie clean up. Mostly she was just trying to be polite, though she may.