“It should be even easier than that, Rita. It’s just two hours; a reception for the children.” I paused. “For La Familia.”Her eyes widened. ...he was clearly someone whom Helen had spent any amount of time at all discussing La Familia with. Her mouth began to follow her eyes. I sensed the objection coming and intercepted it.“They should be good and liquored up for it, easy enough to fool. I’m sure you can do it, Rita.”“Si, I can do it.” She responded. “At parties, for crowds and celebrities who. Ungh ... sorry, it’s just ... dammit ... I just!” Gwen muttered, louder and louder, until she was obviously continuing her activities, albeit with her back turned and her bare bottom pointed at her younger sister.In her admittedly distracted state, Isabelle did not fully comprehend her brother’s words. The combination of his looming presence and rumbling tone seemed to make his words wash right over her. As she sat there, still reacting to her sister’s wanton display, she slowly replayed his. Denise was a petite woman, probably less than five feet three. She couldn't weigh much more than a hundred pounds. Jen and Richie were both short like her. She had a nice figure, largish breasts compared to her small frame and womanly flaring hips in proportion to her size. She was wearing a black one-piece bathing suit, as was her conservative nature. She always dressed well but, I guess because she was on television, nothing too revealing.We joked around and I got her to laugh a lot using the. As usual, Fred shut the door and began driving us home.When we arrived at the Chateau, everyone was waiting for us. Fred pulled the limo into one of the garages. We all got out and headed into the house. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making sure that I kept moving.As we made our way into the house, everyone that was there said how sorry they were that we lost Jill and the baby. I felt numb from head to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my bedroom, which now looked so vacant without.