I found myself stepping back and watching the girls continue. Really, I wanted to rush upstairs and throttle Margery. But not so much for announcing t...at she was leaving me out of the blue. More because she’d virtually told our daughter that she didn’t want Otterley to go with her. I couldn’t understand how any mother – let alone my wife — could do that to her child. ‘I’m sorry Otterley!’ I found myself saying, without any further explanation/ ‘Why daddy, you haven’t decided to leave us, mummy. ”“Better that than to get on a plane with a known mechanical problem, don’t you think?” Kara asked.“Obviously!” I chuckled.“Dad, can I stand with Mr. Vasily?” Jesse asked.“Yes, of course. Go on.”He walked over to where his friend was standing, while we kept Matthew, Michael, Birgit, Stephie, and Albert with us. Bringing the entire brood had meant my car and Kara’s minivan, as well as having Abbie come along to help chaperone. She was intrigued by the beauty of the church, but I could tell she. You really should read 1-16 to understand who we all are, because Jessica is my sister/lover and George is my father/uncle/lover and it’s complicated. We stayed at the Inn on Bourbon Street, right in the French Quarter. I love the party atmosphere there, like anything could happen. Our room was on the second floor with a balcony, so we could watch and be watched from the street. George likes to watch. If you’ve never been there, the densely packed crowd on the street always wants strip shows.. The girls sat at the table with the toaster and a loaf of bread between them, eating the toast and sipping their coffee, talking of what was happening, and had happened, already. Their contrasting appearance was astounding. Sharon, fully dressed for her first day at a new job, and Carol, as naked as she had been on the day she was born. Both looked like dreams come to life.They had all met in their back yard yesterday afternoon, and after a bit, Michael, Jerry, and Dave had gone to the market.