"John isn't here. Didn't he text you?"I pull out my phone, looking equally confused. I check it, "Oh, I guessI missed it."I look at you, smile, "Sorry....." I turn to leave, "I guess I'll catchhim next week."You stop me, "Wait."I stop halfway down your front walkway, turn and look at you."Jason, he'll be back in just over an hour. It's hot, and you drove allthe way out here. Why don't you come in, grab a beer and a snack and goout to lunch when he gets back? I'm sure he'd be sad he missed you."I. ” I said.As it turned out my dad had been to the theater. He had checked out the repairs and remodeling done. We had decided that for the most part he’d have control of the theater and I’d keep most of my focus on my studies. Unless something came up that needed my attention and my dad couldn’t be here. That deal made the next few months easier on me. I discussed my plans for my remaining time at school with my dad. It took a bit of work but I was able to talk him into accepting my plans and he. A sudden fear that our giggles and bumping around could have woken the whole row of cottages chilled me to the bone.“We need an extension!” she added, warming to the subject. “There’s loads videos of stuff about ‘tiny homes’ and ‘tree houses’ on the internet. I’ve been watching...”I studied her face carefully. She seemed terribly excited.“And I’ve been researching! Will, you are so very good at building things, can’t we have an extension?”There was an expectant tone in that final word. She was. When I was done she asked if I would put some coffee on for the two of us and I agreed and headed to the kitchen.I was already pouring our cups when she came downstairs, still in panties and baby T. She asked if I thought what we had been doing was wrong, I said no, we weren't having intercouse, we were only 1 year apart in age and we consented, no one made us do it. She seemed relieved and asked if she could fix something to eat. I told her all I wanted was some toast and maybe some fruit,.