I didn’t even tell him your name, so he might think you’re Sandy. He was really just interested in the kind of fun we intended to have on the ship...’ I nodded and forced my paranoia back into its kennel. This was probably nothing. I stewed on it until we got back to my suite. This was going to bounce around the back of my brain until I did something about it, I knew. When I walked in, I found a clothes party in progress. Gretchen and Sandy were sitting on the couch, and Trish was modeling a. "A women's team?" thought Peter. "Maybe I could be on it."So the afternoon went on with Adam bowling and Peter and Sandra batting.The game only ending when they were called into dinner.Peter decided he needed to talk to Sandra privately, so as had becomethe norm, left it for school."How come dad is so nice to me now? On the way back from gran's, he gaveme a horrid look, he really seemed mad with me," he asked her."I don't know, he still wants you to be a boy and you did promise," sheanswered."I. It must be a job requirement there."Hey, Freddie!... How's it going?" Good," I told her, thinking again of my oh-for-four afternoon. "Thanks for returning my call." No problem. What's happening?... Listen, I felt bad about not getting a chance to say anything to you, before you got sent back down." Not your fault," I said. "It happened pretty abruptly -- just like my manager in Bowie said it would. One moment I was at BWI with the Orioles, and the next minute, I was at the cab stand, heading. ” Cindy said “Emily we really need to talk.”“That’s never good “mumbled Mark.Mark turned to help Kat get the stuff out of the truck while Emily and Cindy went into the house talking. “Dad you’re in sooo much trouble.” Said Kat barely able to suppress her giggle “No shit Sherlock.” Kat couldn’t hold it in anymore and broke down laughing at her Dad’s obvious discomfort. “Well come on Kat let’s get on with this.”Meanwhile inside Cindy was pounding Emily with one question right after another. “How.