Finally, she looked at Brandon, a faint smile on her face. "I think I can do it. It's going to be tricky, but I think I can handle it." She gave Greg ... sideways glance. "And if I need help, I've got a friend who'd love to work on this one." There was a twinkle in her eye that made Brandon suddenly feel nervous.Within moments, news had spread from the lounge, and the call to a meeting was a mere formality."Good news," Brandon announced as soon as the guys had all been seated. "Anya said she can. I don’t think she’d slept in three days. I came back down in the living room, I didn’t see Anna at first. She was sitting out on our back porch next to the pool. I opened the sliding glass door and stepped out with her. She looked back. Her eyes were red and rimmed with all the tell tales signs of having recently been crying. ‘Your mom asleep?’ she asked. I nodded. ‘Laying down at least. She’s exhausted. I don’t think she’s slept since the hospital.’ ‘God, your poor mother,’ Anna said. Her dainty feet outgrew her size one shoes ... all one hundred pair of tiny dress up, almost adult but not quite shoes almost over night. She mourned their passing as she took the three big bags of shoe boxes down to the redistribution center ... they put them in the children’s section. The dressy dresses, the redistribution center took those to “the awkward side of town“ and passed them out to stunted growth girls with the admonition to pass them on when out grown.Women’s clothes never go out. "Liquid motion", she liked the sound of that, the thought of that. Another flush pulsed along her frame, this time taking hold of her physically in a manner that gave her a direct and pleasant sensation between her legs, unmistakably. She shivered and trembled for a moment before restoring control (barely). He moved up close without sparing a moment, practically catching her off guard. He stepped right over to her putting his hand on her shoulder and guiding her towards the yard as if they had.