"Thanks, Missy." I replied. "I've been taking thesepills that someone at the gym gave to me. They've worked wonders. I'vealready lost 20 pounds and I'...e never felt better." Oh." she said. "I'm glad things are working out. I would suggest you get ahair cut before the President sees you. It's getting a bit long." I got one three days ago." I answered. "I'll take care of it this week." Shewalked away and I headed for the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I took acloser look at myself. My hair had. "He's busy and, well, you and Mom making out got me going ... I was hoping..." Oh." Toby nodded. "Ma. Well, she's in bed -- she pulled a double last night." Oh, okay." Rick made to back out. Candace was a less-than-perfect solution, but he figured he couldn't go home...Toby seemed to read his mind. "What's up?" I can't fix this at home, you know?" Rick replied carefully. Telling Toby that Lon was at his house trying to make his mother wasn't on Rick's preferred list of revelations.Toby nodded.. ”“Yuppie isn’t better than Preppy. More stuck-up assholes who think their shit doesn’t stink. So how does living here work?”“Well, I’ll get you a key so you can come and go as you please. You can get a bus a couple of blocks from here in any direction or you can walk west to the L, which is our elevated and subway, or walk the other direction to the Metra Electric. There are timetables in the kitchen. Breakfast is whenever you want, but I usually eat around 6:30am after I run. Lunch is. Kill a squirrel for me," he said.Funny. That was the second person who'd said that to me.We rejoined the women. They were in the kitchen, and apparently BlueBird had passed along the mystical secret of Navajo cornbread."Now, we all sit down to eat. It's the middle of the week, but I'm moving our Saturday night meal up," said BlueBird. "Go and sit. I've been cooking my fingers to the bone all day."The kitchen looked pristine to me, but I wasn't going to say 'nay.'She brought out a feathered.