She tossed her phone down on the bed, and then headed over to the walk-in closet. When she emerged, she was carrying a box, which she sat down on the ...ed and opened. Right on top was a photo album.Mom opened the album and flipped through it, finally saying, "There it is." She put her thumb on the page and closed the album, picking up her phone again. After a couple of taps, she sat the album down and put the phone right next to a picture.The picture was of my dad in almost the exact same pose,. . just like ... Butterscotch,” I said, spiking the ENTER key with a flourish. Since this crazy idea was first mention, I had studied the different kinds of adjustments possible. So with Stacy again being the test subject,“Yum,” Joanie said, licking her lips.“Okay,” McKinnon nodded his head after a pause. The room relaxed notably.“Make mine taste like peach cobbler, OK?” Judith whispered.“Done,” I whispered back. Then, in a more normal tone, “You’ll want to take up dancing again. I heard that. And what may I ask did you do to my lingerie? Wear it?" I laughed at his guilty expression. "No, I... I took it out so I can... buy... buy my girlfriend something like that." it was obvious he was lying. Though he had a body of a gorgeous man, my brother had a boy's face. A very handsome boy at that. His deep dark brown eyes couldn't lie. And the cute pink color that has flooded his cheeks was a proof to his obvious lie. "Since when did you have a girlfriend? And why would you buy her something. But being thebrightest kid in class is not conducive to fitting in. Fortunately, Iwas on the swim team and in the jock-infested waters of high school anyassociation with athletics kept me from being a social outcast.Lounging amidst the clutter of my bedroom, I opened the Shakespeareagain. I was slowly thumbing through the text of one of the histories,writing marginalia in a mousy scribble. Downstairs, I heard the frontdoor open. Desperate for a distraction from study I set the book asideand.