Grandpa Carson said there had been a real boom during the Eighties as homes were built and people moved to the low-density, park-like developments. 'T...e local economy sucks!!', he says, but as a couple of retirees, he and Grandma don't seem to be all that worried. Still, Mom had been working on them for several years to move to Angel's Camp to be near us, and they could afford to consider it, I think. Grandma Carson had been a lawyer, back in the day when women lawyers were rare, and she had. ”You’re a rock star, Jake thought to her. You even make Madison interesting.That’s my chosen field you’re mocking, Mr. Fielding.I’m only mocking James Madison. You I admire.You’re a sweet boy. Let’s talk about your mother.I noticed that you told her that she’s submissive.Yes. She needs to come to grips with it quickly. You were right to be concerned about her vulnerability. You have to come to grips with it, too.We were talking about her submissiveness as a theory. Now you’re talking like it’s. "Lori," Lilly continued to direct the scene, "ask the photographer andKeith to come in."When they'd both come in, Lilly said, "Ok, now, Keith, I want you tobutton up the dress and we'll take pictures."Keith came up behind Paul, put both hands his shoulders, leaned overand kissed his cheek then said quietly, "Wow, princess, you lookamazing." Thank you," Paul smiled as he leaned his head back into his brother'schest."Ok," Lilly took over, again, let's get started. "Abby," she calledover Keith's. So I opened the door and there they were." Excuse me," I said. I stepped into the little closet and closed the door behind me. The darkness enveloped me immediately, and more than a little claustrophobia set in. "Impossible," I thought to myself.I opened the door. "Impossible," I said. "Can't be done. No way." Are you saying I'm lying?" she said, angrily. Her face turned red to match her red hair and red outfit."Perhaps not lying," I said. "But maybe mistaken. Now maybe Eric and his friend were.