I hooked the end of the tape to the corner of the house and stretched ti to the box of the window. It was at that point I saw her and the tape unhooke... and sprang back as if it wanted to eat my trapped fingers. I hardly noticed the sharp pain.She lay on the floor at an oblique angle, naked. Her paleness was in stark contrast to the dark floor covering. Golden hair flailed out and spread over the carpet as if a cushion was under her head. She lay on her back, knees drawn up while her busy. " Still hoping to score with ol' Sarah, huh?" Score? No! I just want things to be... cordial, between -- among -- all three of us!" You're such a liar!" Molly said, smiling at me but a little bit serious, too. "You know the peace you want between the Winthrops and the Petersens is spelled P-I-E-C-E." I'm more focused on the P-I-E-C-E I want between the Mollies and the Gregs," I said."I thought we agreed this was going to be early dinner and early-to-bed," Molly said. "Did you think I meant. Gang. The only two who were still straight so to speak were Mark , who due to being the eldest, had more control on the large amount of alcohol he drank and Chris who didn't even have half of the beer.Mark noticed the boy was still feeling out of place so he went to seat at Chris' empty side. 'Still feeling like a fish out of water I figure. Hmm?' Mark asked sweetly as he looked at the boy. Chris blushed and rubbed his head 'Well if I have to be honest, I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't. Come in and meet the family."The next fifteen minutes were taken up with introductions to the entire family. There were five children present. Three belonged to Pietro and his wife, Melanie. The other two were Alfredo and Carolyn's offspring. The two youngest were both babes in arms, one each for the two married sons. It took only a moment to realize that it was unlikely either wife was of Italian heritage. I don't know if my sigh of relief was audible, but I felt it, and so did Francesca."See,.