Karen moved into her lap hugging her tightly. Her father was beside his wife on the sofa.Karen looked at him and said, “Will that be all right with ...ou, Dad? I sleep so much better with Brad beside me. I haven’t had one nightmare with him beside me.” She looked at me. “Brad, I would have nightmares at the dorm and, before leaving for college, I would have them here. I would crawl into bed with Mom and Dad or one of them would get in with me to calm me. I can’t tell you how many nights I cried. Nor the slightly throatier rumbling of her exhaust system."Hello, stranger-not-for-long," Mirabelle boldly introduced herself in a husky contralto."Mirabelle," Sally announced in a voice of pseudo-pained resignation, "has yet to see the charm and allure of a place like Radiator Springs." Hey, sis," came the instant retort. "The Fast Lane was built precisely for cars like us." I've heard that before," Sally replied, her voice in neutral. "I've even said that before."I was catching on quickly. We talked about Josh, and that’s when she said that I needed to retreat and rethink my actions. Josh was no teenager, he was a grown man and she was afraid he would take advantage of me. I saw where she was coming from and when I left that day I felt a lot better, but I was still confused about what was in store with Josh and me. Signing day came in early November. I had always dreamed of playing for UGA, but unfortunately the combination of my talent and grades were not good enough to make. "I don't want you near me like that you filthy sissy, go and cleanyourself up then report to me." She decided that a firm hand was inorder. She wasn't going to stand any subordination now that he wasnearly trained.He just curtseyed to acknowledge the order and hurried up to hisroom to wash and change. By the time he got back his wife was stillin her bedroom but already dressed."For your information, not that you are entitled to it, Mr Franksslept in the spare room last night. Tonight.