Before Ruth could answer Beth asked, "Did mom?"Ruth looked at her blankly for a moment. She decided to ignore the first question. The second question ...was a lot easier and a lot less embarrassing. "Since you are sitting here I would have to say yes your mom did it before," Ruth answered with a smile."I think she means before us Aunt Ruth," Mandy said dryly.Ruth looked back and forth between the girls and asked, "OK. What's going on here? You said you came over to ask something about sex. Is this. It was a private, sexy game she played behind the counter. It gave her a thrill and aroused her whenever she flashed the charm and watched the reactions from the customers that she sized up and thought might be familiar with the symbol. Even if the vast majority were not aware of what the triskelion symbolized, observing strangers staring at her breasts gave her a cheap thrill and usually meant more money in the tip jar.She met my gaze and smiled. “You pronounced my name right. Your Venti is. I heard the shower stop, and wondered what she was doing. After all, she looked ready to eat when I arrived. I made a salad, and then laid out some cheese, crackers and smoked oysters on a platter. Time to set the table. It hit me like a fist. FIVE. Who are the other three? I felt the rush of panic, and fear, and I could hardly breathe. Who would see me like this? "It's quarter to eight. Why isn't the table set?"Her voice jolted me from my fog. I looked up, and then stared. She was. Her former husband pays her very generous child support and even sends her money for her personal expenses so she can be a full-time mother but otherwise has nothing to do with her or their children. One of her favorite activities is taking one or both of her sons to their soccer games and practices, mostly because of what happens afterward when she socializes with some of the parents of the other team members. There is a special group of those parents, divorced, separated, widowed or just men.