Tim didn’t know if Benny was eating or not. It was highly likely that he was, since Benny was going from one class to another without an opportunity...to get lost in his head.When Benny returned from school, there was a hot dinner waiting for him. Tim started doing this even on those nights when he wasn’t staying over. It actually solved a problem Tim was having about eating dinner. He had been having too many nights with fast food so that he could return to work on the house.Tim would put a. Get over it. Maybe I should tell Fred. Well, maybe not."Dad, did you know Mom is fucking the mailman?"Fred damn near drove us in the ditch."Uh, Julie. Uh, do you think that's a good way to talk to your father?" What should I say, Father? Oh, Father, dear. Are you aware that your good wife is having intercourse with the mail person? I thought you would be upset about what she's doing, not my choice of words. Besides, everybody I know says 'fuck', when they mean 'fuck'"."Well, you're hitting me. Jack is an officer in the Confederacy Navy -- and we're both his concubines!"Jack played it all up, stopping to undo our leashes before stepping up and extending his hand. Maureen took it, kind of distractedly, while she looked back and forth between us. Judith -- well, Judith was great! She stood there, looking at us and looking at Jack and I saw it -- something I'd almost never seen before -- a look of jealousy stealing across her face!Maybe it seems petty; we were never super-competitive, my. On Monday, Carla told me that her mother had changed her mind about us studying at her house. She told me it wasn't because she had gotten a C on her test, but because Rachel had gotten a B- by studying with me instead of with Carla. Even though we didn't have any tests scheduled yet, we decided to study that afternoon, but only after Carla agreed to invite Mandy too.Mandy refused to come at first, until I told her I wasn't going to be there if she didn't agree to come also. Mandy was so nice.