"That would be fun. Who else is going?" Practically everyone," Dee said artfully careless. "Well, everyone whoisn't trying to be a jaydee or a punk, I...guess?"Andy laughed. He'd had a run-in or two with the rougher crowd atschool. But the family athleticism had blessed him with the ability tooutrun anyone who didn't laugh at his jokes. Most of the boys calledhim queer or fag or worse names, this happens quickly in the seventhgrade, but so far, none of the bullies had managed to corner him."Yeah,. So the round trip would have taken under two weeks, with some shore leave, say three weeks. I'd leave the real work to Henry.I told him when we met the next morning. He was uneasy about beginning, as he'd still not conferred with anyone at the Bishop. I told him not to worry: We'd clean up the storage room today, leaving only the three cartons. He could try to reach the museum in Honolulu after lunch.Actually, we moved the boxes to one shelf and the heavier one with the Pilbara sandstone to. Jenny wanted to return the favor to me but I would not allow it. I told her that I just wanted to hold her close in my arms tonight.The sun was streaming through the cracks in the shades and it woke us up. I had rested comfortably and Jenny had only gone to pee one time in the night that I knew of.We went to the old farmers 24 hour restaurant to get breakfast then to the Island Airport to meet our returning mates. The first flight that was arriving at 9:30 carried Lorrie, Vicky and her small. "Hehwo, mummy," she teased me, "thatithfied?" Yes." I gave her a real hug."Mmmm, I missed you," she said softly and snuggled against me. We heldeach other for a minute. "Let's go to the kitchen. I'd love a glass ofwine." Wine? Since when did you . . . ?" I stopped and looked at her, ". . .let's go to the kitchen." I poured us each a glass. She sat down at thetable, swirled the wine, sniffed it, took a sip and gave me a questioninglook. "Sorry, its from the grocery store. I got milk for.