"You needed someone to babysit you, andCamille's family was perfect for it. You even got a chance to get sometraining in - it's okay."I nodded and sat...there for a bit before she squeezed my diaper. "That'snot going to hold much more, but I need to check my email - my Esperteacher was supposed to send me something to help me catch up on thesemester."I nodded. "I haven't even turned on my computer since we left... Ishould probably check too."I dug through my backpack and pulled out my laptop. I. She went right to her room and came back out in her robe, her dress and stockings removed. Then, she plopped down in a soft chair for Andy to give her a good foot rub.When the ritual had started years before, Gretchen had of course protested. She soon realized, though, that it was not out of obligation but pure love and gratitude. She gratefully began accepting it in the spirit it was offered. When the foot rub was done, dinner was on the table.Beth sat a glass of wine on the tub and started it. “If a bunch of teenagers jump in a taxi and say ‘Follow that car!’ what’s gonna happen?” Mia grinned. Grace and Paul grinned with her.Mo was sure that if he and Grace were in a taxi he could get the driver to follow a car, but he didn’t want to say so. Anyway obviously Mia was determined to humiliate him, whatever he said. He could feel his face going red.“I was wondering if you have a bike, Mo?” Grace asked him. She’d stopped grinning, at least, and was just looking steadily at him, with those. He had arms that were muscled like a blacksmith's, and a well trimmed beard. In that, he was a little behind the times, as beards had been going out of style for several years, but my father was no follower of fashion. His overalls were held up by their straps over an off-white long-sleeved shirt made of muslin.He was sitting at his workbench, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And though he teased me as he greeted me, his piercing eyes were telling me he wasn't fooled, that he knew that.