Our server came with our food, asking if anyone wanted his or her drink topped off—Kalista asked for a fresh ‘Virgin Margarita,’ giggling as she...said it.“Wow—will you look at all that food?” Sarah said.“Mother, we eat, so we can dance, so we can love,” Claire said with a certain amount of dramatic flair.“That’s a truly remarkable thing to hear your own daughter say, when not that long ago, I remember when you told me, ‘Mother, do I have to go to Cotillion? All of the boys there will be nerdy. But when she got up he grabbed her hair and slapped her face and threw her onto a chair.Without thinking, she grabbed the fireplace poker and just started banging him with it, over and over again, relentlessly now, over and over. Blood splattering everywhere! He held up his arms to try and protect himself, calling her crazy. He tried to grab the poker from her but couldn't get a good grasp on it. She just hit him over and over again like in some kind of trance without even thinking.And then all. “Well I just wanted to check in on you,” I said.“I’m glad you did, and I’m glad about all the things that happened between us,” she said.“I was to. I’m also sorry if I upset you when I said I wouldn’t make a good husband,” I said.“Actually you were right to warn me. I’m going to change my expectations. I just want some time to think it over. I’ll call you when I decide what I want you to be for me,” she said.“Okay, well good night. Let me know if you need anything,” I said.Later that night in. ."of the lasagna, silly." The joke was what I needed to snap out of the funk I was in. We ate as I told her my life story. It was pleasant and the food was pretty good too.I watched Katie from behind as she washed up the dishes. Her cute,chubby, hourglass shaped body moving under her flowing dress. I found myself transfixed on her thick curvy ass. I was so hard under the table that I was rubbing myself a little with my shorts still on. She finished and turned around. There was a look as she.