‘Some sort of cider brandy. An old family recipe I think. My grandfather said that he had been left three bottles, my father two, and now just this....�� I sipped. Apples, yes, but autumn leaves and spice and spring flowers as well. ‘Its not every day that you give your child away. Its our family tradition. Having a drop of this at a wedding.’ Sid had three married daughters. ‘But I’m not family.’ I protested. ‘As good as, living just through there as you do.’ He indicated the adjoining wall. I. My portfolio had been reviewed, and I was ready for summer ... after I played my heart out at National Singles.There was quite a buzz in our Studio class. I think everyone was feeling the onset of summer. We didn’t have a model as the class was working on finishing their final projects. Mine, of course, was painted on a wall in the admin building but I surprised Professor McIntyre with my new painting of Lissa in the bath. I liked it. The steam rising gave her an ethereal look. Melody and Kate. Becky's involvement with the play became so intense that she seldom wanted to talk about anything else. The one exception was me. She was very possessive and protective of our relationship. Sometimes I wondered if she trusted me to be away from her and I was sure that was the reason she had engineered my participation in the play. I loved the attention she gave me and would go out of my way to assure her that she had nothing to worry about.It was common knowledge that we were together and most. ” I could feel mom staring at me. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. I walked over to the coffee pot and with shaking hands, I poured myself a cup of coffee. “What’s the matter Jessica? You seem a little nervous.” Mom said. I turned and looked at her. I knew my worry showed all over my face. “Nothing is wrong Mom. I’m just tired. I just got out of bed.” “Who’s bed?” She ask. My heart sank. “What do you mean Mom?” I looked at Jessie and Dad for some help as to weather she knew or not,.