She had a collection of short stories to suit all ages."Now, Larry," she said. "Am I going to read to you or are you going to read to me?" I'll read t... you." Great! What would you like to read? An adventure story, a school story, cars, trains?" Cars."She was impressed with Larry's reading. There were only a few words that he found difficult.In the meanwhile the atmosphere in Miss Shepherd's waiting room was strained."Why haven't I got a barrister representing me?" Two thousand pounds, Miss. .." Monique interrupted."Wait? Sucked the air out of what?" Junior?" Vee?" Show her a bubble." Wow! so Daddy was trying to get in one like that? Why did you open a door?" I asked her to." Why?" Because he knew we had you and he loved you more than life itself ... He told us he'd confess all if we'd give you back. We never got to find out what he knew." Oh."That led to another crying jag ... Junior was trying to get her pad back because she could hear it vibrating on the ice ... she had a call. “Not full out,” Coach Herndon complained.“That wasn’t full out,” I said.“That’s good enough for the game. Throw me ten pitches just like that one.”So I did. The actual motion of throwing a pitch wasn’t hard. What I found was that my work with the Bo staff and the help from Connor Fletcher had made throwing easier for me. The hard part of pitching is the placement of the ball and changing speed, location, or type of pitch to fool the batter. The reason Moose had hoped that I could get through. Even if it did, I knew they were there and I knew she was excited. For the record, it wasn't chilly at all in the kitchen.I opened the wine while she plated the food, and we moved to the dining room."Dining room? I'm honored. I thought I was a back door, kitchen table kind of guy."Laughing, she said, "It never hurts to have a little elegance in your life, you know."I poured the wine and raised my glass to her. "Mary, you are the most elegant thing I will ever have in my life." She blushed.The.