"And how's that going for you?" Slowly. Ve-ery slowly."I tsked in mock disapproval. "How very disappointingly yuppish of you. I was expecting a more c...ltured lifestyle befitting a literary soul such as yourself. You know, poetry readings, plays, nights out at the symphony, gallery showings, and the like." Nope; completely non-stereotypical, that's me," she replied deadpan, then started giggling madly. "Oh, you are bad. So, how about you, Mr. Thousand-and-one Questions?" How about me what?" What. She told me to sit down and then she said, "I know what you and your sister have been up to young man, and when your father leaves on his trip tomorrow you and I are going to have a little talk. Now, run along to bed and plan on staying home tomorrow, at least until I'm done with you."I didn't sleep all that well that night as I lay in bed wondering just what mom knew and just how she had come by it. And if she did really know had she found out about it from someone or some place where Roxy's. When she was sure I was done, she flopped down beside me. "Good morning," she said, licking the stickiness from her lips. I kissed her and cupped one lush breast, pushing her loose-fitting shirt from her rounded shoulder. "I haven't slept with a man for some time. Who are you?" she asked quietly, leaning away and pulling up her nightshirt.I told her my name, said I was in the Maryland Line, and that a good woman, who suspected she might be in danger, had sent me to see her."Did you plan on. Ich hatte den Tisch abger?umt und den abwasch erledigt. Wie konnte mir das geschehen?Verzweifelt und mit Tr?nen in den Augen schlief ich ein.Als ich am n?chten Morgen erwachte , traute ich mich nicht nach Rose zu klingeln. Alleine zog ich mich an und ging in die K?che. Sie war leer, kein Fr?hst?ck,keine Rose. also war das doch kein b?ser Traum dachte ich und machte mich daran Kaffee zu kochen und Brot zu schneiden.Das fr?hst?ck war gerade fertig als Rose die K?che betrat. Unwillk?rlich zuckte.