And so, yes, we have our little disagreements, but not very often. I listen to her views always. That's because she has an uncanny way of being right ...bout things, especially emotional things. You'll see what I mean when I tell you about the bombshell suggestion she made regarding Dee later in the next chapter.Dee, for her part, is a true enigma. About five foot-five, wavy red hair, pale complexion with a smattering of freckles highlighting a smallish nose, and delicate, thin lips that turn up. Martin continued to glare silently.“The brat beside her is my sister Kit.”“I’m not a brat. Kit snapped. “I’m eighteen!” She turned back to me, her eyes missing my face by quite a distance. “Hello.” She added animatedly.I struggled to get off of the two women and ended up pressed between them, my hands pinned under my thighs so as to make myself fit in a smaller space. Mike glanced over his shoulder.“And this,” He said by way of introduction, indicating an elderly lady who was smiling at me from. " Hey, look. By the time Frank gets your car back and fixed, one glass will have worn off. Splurge, and have the rose."Laughing, Bob answered, "I guess you're right. I will have a glass. Thanks again."Susan headed back into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "I'll get it. Be right back." He looked out of the window, really seeing it for the first time. As he stared at the setting sun, he heard her clinking glassware in the other room and then as her footsteps returned she asked, "Is that. ." Kelly told me you talked to her Friday after the meet." I did." Why?"I got up out of Dad's chair. "Certain brats may have forgotten, since they've been so wrapped up in their own problems, but Kelly is my friend too. And MY FRIEND wanted to talk."Traci's jaw dropped. I walked to my room and closed the door."Maybe I shouldn't go." Maybe you should quit the job you love and stay home. You can home school the brat. That way you can keep her in a bubble and protect her from the world." Tony!"I.