I’m glad she’ll make a full recovery.” The family ate dinner in Cynthia’s bedroom, after which John and Henry complimented Kate on her cooking... Kate attended to Cynthia and administered the evening medications. She found John in the living room, sipping a drink. A slim package with a note card lay on the coffee table. “Are you sufficiently off duty that you can enjoy a drink, Kate?” John offered. “Sure, thanks. Cynthia’s watching TV, but when the meds kick in, she’ll be off to dreamland. Do you. *Is that cool with your mom and pops?* *Yeah, I’ll be ready* I told her I was going to take her dancing, she walked out of her house in a purple freakum dress, 5 inch black heels, and a matching black clutch. My mouth was watering. ‘Hey, you look good,’ she said, kissing me on the cheek. ‘Thanks, so do you.’ But I’m damn sure she knew that already. ‘So, where are we going?’ ‘I promised you some dancing right?’ I took her to Fuego, this real, live reggaeton club, that I liked. We spent most of. Shall I make the Chardonnay Gruyère sauce to compliment the soufflé or mix the Gruyère into the batter with the Fontina and Havarti?’ ‘If you were to leave the sauce out then you would sprinkle the delectable, nutty, sharp Parmigiano-Reggiano over the soufflé. But if you mix that into the batter then you can pour the cheese sauce over and into the soufflé. They are both tempting, Sir. One is a more subtle approach and the other adds a little bit of intense sensation to the taste buds from the. It's not like I am repulsive or anything. So needless to say I was pretty sexually frustrated. Well anyway, the next time something did happen was when Sarah was about six years old. Janet was out of town at a convention, Tupperware or some shit like that. Sarah was in taking a bath and she called for me to come help her get out and get dried off. When I went into the bathroom I lost my breath. There she was standing up in the bathtub, water glistening on her skin. I could see her bald.