“That was magic.”Peter smiled warmly at her. “Good! I love them.”“Can we get them at home?”“Yes at Waitrose but you need to catch the sa...e day that they were brought ashore.”“How often’s that?”“Two or three days a week.”“You’ll have to teach me how to make the bisque.”Peter grinned. “Not without a recipe but the internet is a bit more up to date than Mrs Beeton.”“Do you think the cook here would let us have her recipe?”“I doubt it but as you won’t be in competition she might.”Penny nodded a bit. "No your bed will do nicely daddy." I followed him into the house and when we walked through the kitchen I grabbed a bottle of massage lotion and followed him down to his bedroom. Inside the master bedroom I gestured, "Pull the covers down daddy; we don't want oil all over the comforter." He pulled the covers back and I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and tossed it to him. "I'll turn my back and you can strip out of those wet trunks ... okay." Out of my trunks ... uh honey, I'm not sure. Finally, it was over and they both collapsed on the bed. Robert stayed inside of Juliana for several minutes before suggesting another shower. “Let’s do it separately this time,” he laughed, “Or we will never get to sleep.” Juliana laughed out loud and headed off first. While she was in the shower, Robert stripped the bed of the damp and sticky sheets and put them in the washing machine. He brought in clean linens just as Juliana emerged from the shower with a dreamlike expression on her. Next time you're invited, you will be present. Brad's mother needs a dose of reality. She doesn't think I'm good enough for him. Marianne's problems are even more pronounced."He met and hugged his two granddaughters who had never met either grandparent until this day. Grandmother Somers said, "We must stay in touch. Marie cannot keep us separated any longer." All of us nodded.Our meal was delightful. We all exchanged numbers. The Somers stayed until late with all of us enjoying our time. Both.