"I felt excited the rest of the day without really knowing why. With all the stress from getting home and fixing diner for my husband and our children...I quickly forgot about Stormy. But later that night when my husband had already fallen asleep, my thoughts wandered back to Stormy. Suddenly I felt nervous. It didn't feel right for a woman my age inviting a boy his age over, and I just knew he would come tomorrow. Heck, he was just a few years older than my children. But why should I be nervous?. I learned my lesson from that, and I have people in place now that could take up any slack his being away might cause to my business. He's my brother though, and I'd like to help him if I could justify the expense of doing it. I really don't blame him for doing what he did. In his place, I'm not sure I wouldn't have done a lot worse to her."He called me back a couple of days later to say it didn't look like anything could be done for less than the ten he'd quoted me earlier. I told him that was. More laughter from the audience; high-pitched giggles of sheer derision.Several of the elder Moms clapped their hands in ribald encouragement.Overwhelmed with misery, I stepped away from them, only to discover myexit blocked by Mrs Rhodes and several grinning conspirators. Themessage was clear: I wasn't going anywhere.Gasping with shame, I tried to cover my flimsy little briefs with bothhands. The action prompted a chorus of amusement from the audience:"Isn't he just the sweetest little thing,. ‘Do you think that would be alright?’ ‘Certainly, we can invite her and her mother over and maybe Doris as well and we can plan the ball while the two of you dance around the ball room.’ ‘But what about music? Don’t we need music to dance to?’ ‘We’ll see if Mrs. Robbins or perhaps Doris knows how to play. We’ll work something out.’ They lapsed into a comfortable silence but she noticed that Billy appeared to be deep in thought about something. ‘A penny for your thoughts, Billy.’ ‘Hm? Oh, I was.