Of course, the reference was from before I was born. Believe it or not, I’d met President Clinton when I was about six. He must have been campaignin... for someone, and I’d been with my granddad. I’d liked him. The man knew how to make you feel special, and he’d taken a moment to talk to me. Later my granddad had been joking around with his buddies, and someone had spoken the now famous line. It had stuck in my head. It was a sad reminder that I would have to be careful about what I said around. I grabbed the sports bra and pulled that on over my head. After struggling for a few trying to figure out which side was the front I had it in place, minus the breasts of course. To take care of that I stuffed them just enough with some socks. I thought about stopping there but I thought it might be fun to try on the whole outfit.I grabbed the pair of shorts and pulled them on. They fit a little tight and they definitely were short. I pulled the gym shirt over my padded bra and on. I slipped on. Needless to say, Chrissie concurredwithout further complaint.As I mentioned before, there was a sense of deepest intimacy betweenMother and Child as I watched Evelyn Reinhart dress her daughter. Itwas a ritual which had been repeated a billion times throughouthistory, a ceremony so commonplace as to be considered insignificant bymost observers, yet which was also a foundation of all humanrelationships. I suppose that sounds pretentious as all hell, but thatdoesn't make it any less true.Writing. She'd a notepad alongside her and was working out menus at first this puzzled me but then it became clear that her mistress was spending the weekend with her and I had images of a pink bedroom with lace curtains and the pair of them cuddling between the sheets.Kathleen is getting on well and Rowlandson still seems to be co-operating and not trying to hassle her. She came to dinner with Sarah and me last Sunday and this brought curious looks from my student. Sarah has suggested that she might.