“She’s dead, Andrew. Cecilia Scott died just hours ago,” she said.“Oh my,” I said. “Thar’s awful. I really liked her. She did her best f...r Kari, and for me too.”“The funeral is Saturday. Carlton is taking care of everything. There will be a service at the church and then, well, then the funeral at 2nd Baptist,” she said. “And oh, that was Carlton on the phone. He hopes we’ll come.”“You should go,” I said.“And you too, right?” she said.“No, she’ll be there, so I won’t be,” I said.“Andrew this is. He climbed out of the hot tub and walked over to the edge of the porch, right in front of the bedroom window and took a whiz. From then on, we all did the same whenever we felt the need. We would laugh at the idea of showing off for my mom and there was more than one time that the guys walked over sporting a little wood.Mom works as a gymnastics coach and is really fit. She doesn't have many boyfriends and none of us can figure out why. Her tits are D cups and I remember doing everything I. He was at the stage in writing his second book that the outline was done and he was starting to dictate the story. Outside of doing those activities he would occasionally visit the casino for dinner and a little gambling. Because of the summer crowds he was trying to avoid going into the Dells.His cellphone buzzed and he saw it was a call from Lynn Reynolds, the attorney who handled his divorce.“Hi Lynn, how are things going?”“Things are going fine with me but I thought I would call you and. Melody was wearing one of her custom-made sundresses—this time strapless. It was green and had a leaf pattern. I still hadn’t figured out how she made them. It was something about scattering leaves on the fabric and then spraying it with bleach. Amazing.Lissa chose to wear shorts and a linen blouse that nearly matched my shirt with epaulets on the shoulder and pockets that covered the necessary parts of her breasts since she was definitely braless. I could tell from across the room that she was.