”She answered, “Take me out and I’ll prove it to you.”I said, “OK, how about next Friday night?”She leaned up and gave me a quick kiss, �...Friday night,” she said, and just like that she scampered away.I went back to where mom was. She’d already finally ordered all the paint she wanted. I asked her, “Did you pick the colors you wanted?”She smiled and said, “Yes sweetie I did. They’re right here.”I looked down and she had four five gallon pails of white paint on a cart. I said, “Mom they’re all. It was lovely, large, bright, a big bed in the middle,large mirrors on one wall, big fitted wardrobes on another, a third sidewas all windows with heavy drapes. The main colour theme was pink, withgirly pictures and ornaments about. A proper girl's room!He opened a wardrobe, it was full of different coloured dresses, gowns,another was full of skirts and tops, one contained coats and jackets,feather boas, etc .yet another door revealed several big drawers, fullof different coloured, expensive. Her heart fluttered at the memory, the way it had that night, and she thought of how he had deepened the kiss until all she knew was his mouth, his taste, his touch. Her hand lightly traced her arm, following the path his hand had taken up her elbow, over her shoulder, and grazing her collarbone. He had hands that were masculinely rough but he used them expertly and his touch had left a trail of heat. Sipping at her drink, she turned and leaned her curved hip against the counter. She felt. I dropped my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, amusing myself with thoughts of their arresting the First Man over and over again. They got the hint and left.A minute later Mom came in. A six-foot proximity sense (measured from my toes in this case) gave me notice of her arrival. It was interesting that I recognized Mom instantly. The 'picture' was a lot more detailed and richer than the pre-merge version, but somehow the substantial increase in detail didn't confuse her identity.Mom came.