" But isn't that a young lady should be treated?" I asked, looking at her and seeing a lovely smile on her face."Yes," she agreed, adding, "But a lot ...f boys just haven't a clue how to treat a girl, they just think they can do whatever they want to them."Before we could elaborate on that discussion, we were at the Restaurant where I parked the car and took hold of Susie's hand, leading her to the door.When I opened the door for her, the look on her face was a complete picture - the expression. He carried the things over to the coffee table and set them down, then sat back down in the green chair.The guest still stood silently at the door. He struggled to open the aged bottle and settled for smashing the neck of the bottle off on the edge of the table, spilling clear liquid onto the wood floors. ?Oh no, oh no, oh dear?? he sputtered stumbling to clean up the mess.He bent low to the floor to collect the shattered glass, but halfway down, shook his head and stood up.He sat back down,. From somewhere sheproduces some girls' pants and a vest, and a pair of mauve ankle sockswhich match the colour of the dress surprisingly well. The dress iszipped on, and the outfit is completed with a pair of shiny black mary-janes. This is the first time I have worn any article of clothing tocomplement a dress, and I am too overwhelmed by my mother's briskness toprotest or even to comment.I wonder, in retrospect, whether if I had not come home covered in mud,my mother would have found. "It was fine," replied Olivia. "How's Sam?" "The doctor's say he can be released tomorrow," replied Mary. "Whenwill you be flying back?" "I'm not," replied Olivia. "I figure that Sam will need a more relaxingtrip and I'm going to drive back to San Diego." Really?" asked Mary. "Sure," replied Olivia. "It will be as cheap as flying...of course thebill will be picked up by your town." "Yes," replied Mary softly. "I know you must think that we're awful fordoing this..." "Yes, I do," interrupted.