On Wednesday morning after getting the kids off to school, Angilee was sitting at the breakfast table having coffee when Terry came in and sat down op...osite her.The question was innocent sounding enough, but her head snapped up in response."Angilee, honey, what did you do last Sunday, while the kids and I were over at Mom and Dad's?" Nothing much," she lied, angst beginning to build, "just took a long nap and when my headache felt better, I did a little work in the garden. Why?" she asked,. “Can I touch them?” she asked.“What?”“Your flippers?” she said, pointing to my feet. After she let me fondle her tail, I figured fair is fair. I turned around and gave her my feet, which made her smile from ear to ear. It was impossibly endearing, her smile. She had perfectly straight teeth that were surprisingly white. The way her eyes crinkled when she smiled was adorable, and I couldn’t help but smile back as she grinned down at my feet. The tip of her tail moved anxiously as she waited for. The reason I was driving that forklift was that I wasn't big enough or muscular enough to do much of anything else when I was hired. You see I'm only about 5'8" tall and kind of skinny weighing just 150 pounds at the time of the accident. Try as hard as I could, working out in the gym hadn't helped me gain very much muscle either so I was something of a runt as men go. I didn't like this fact about myself but had accepted my fate over the years and was relatively comfortable with being small.. "All of you."There was a further contented silence once again broken by Polly."We'd better get up. Can you bring me a flannel?"Reluctantly Garry left her and did so. By the time Becca and Steven returned they were back on the sofa. Becca immediately noticed the light in Polly's eyes and smiled to herself.In August Becca gave birth to Elizabeth Isobel. Again it was relatively quick and easy. Steven was ecstatic. In his heart of hearts he had been hankering to have a daughter.Hardly was that.