The child had her father's features. The same features that caused Mom to fall head over heels in love the first time they met.Because of the animated...way the daughter talked, Mom kept the glass of milk on the counter to prevent an accident. When the daughter started winding down, Mom asked, "Do you want your milk yet?"The little blond head nodded "yes" because her mouth was too full to talk. Those PB&J sandwiches were just the best and couldn't be slowly eaten. They had to be gobbled.Of course. My wife’s seen her in the women’s locker room. She never talks to anyone (apparently quite shy), but my wife’s just caught a peek or two at her when she’s seen her in there.’ After a moment, I thought to ask him how she’d know, but I think women just know. I replied to him in such a way as to show how my mind was not in the gutter like his with a classy, ‘Amazing! Those are the biggest tits I’ve ever seen, but on a skinny thing like that…’ I paused for effect, ‘Jeez!’ You see. Classy, right? It. .. it's a cultivated grain ... Whooboy this is going to get complicated. We're going to have to plow and sow seeds, raise a crop, harvest it, thresh it, sprout it, heat it to stop the sprouting, crack the sprouted grain, put it in heated water, circulate the water, raise the temp of the water, drain it into a vat, boil it ... hop it ... shit. Two Voices?" Yes, Stick?" Do hops grow here?" Ask Jo." laughed Two Voices."JO!!" Yeah Kurt?" Hops. Are they native?" Yup." Got any?" asked Kurt."Nope.". Everyone knew everyone else, at least a little.Finding Francine was not difficult. Within five minutes, I had left a message with her service. By the time I finished calling in my lunch order, she had called me back. After a minute of signing off the other call, I said hello.She almost squealed back, "Sheila Schwartz. Oh my God. What have you been doing."I was flattered a star like Francine Martel remembered my name. "I have a training and fitness studio. It pays the bills. Not like you. I see.