Still, what he remembered of her was that she was a really nice woman."It's not easy to explain," Ryan said."You can tell me anything, you know that, ...ight?" If she was just looking for someone to keep company with, well then that would be fine," he began to explain. "After all, we grew up in the same neighborhood and have a number of things in common." Then what's the problem?" Simon asked curiously."She ... she wants someone in her bed too," he finally answered after hesitating a long. Not a nightgown, and not pantyhose. Not a lacy bra. Not panties pink. Bert, how low do you think I'd sink? Not a girly blouse. Not around the house. Not what's in the box. Not the shoes-n-socks. I do not want a dress to wear. I'd never do that anywhere! And, I do not want my hair styled pert. I do not like that, Bert-in-Skirt. You do not want to wear girl's clothes? That's the thing I do oppose.Could you wear a wedding gown? I would not wear a wedding gown.It's my sister's. I'm so sorry if that isn't what you wanted to hear."Apparently I had been way off in my thinking because the smile that lit up my sister's face told me that I had said just the appropriate thing, and when she leaned over and kissed me I was sure I had died and gone to Heaven."That's exactly what I wanted to hear Josh, thank you. And the others, Christine, Shelly, and Cindy?" Well, I love them too, I think. Is it wrong, can't I love more than one person at a time?" No, they're family, and it's. I had been watching her for quite some time when suddenly, and quite sharply, I felt a tug on my sleeve. ‘Excuse me, but I would like some more punch. Hello?’ To my left, a smaller woman who had obviously been trying to get my attention (for how long I didn’t know) was waving a glass at me. She had interrupted my daydream which left me staring, but at whom? Even as I poured the guest’s glass, absentmindedly over-filling it, I continued to stare into the crowd, trying to find the woman who held.