I do like the ones like yours, though. I like them enough to run right off the road, as you may have noticed." "Hey if you gotta go, getting your puss...y vibrated while it happens isn't the worst way." She clapped her hand over her mouth in mock horror. "Wow, that was inappropriate, wasn't it?" "Oh, it certainly was, young lady. And everyone knows the punishment for roadway impropriety is..." I drifted to the right, easing onto the rumble strip again. "...The rummmmbbblllleeee..." She started. "Your son talked to Bob last night, then he bridged Tom and sort of hypnotized him so that he eats more. We just found out it worked. He ate all his breakfast this morning and asked for seconds."Suddenly I was surrounded by arms. "That is wonderful news. Your father and I were so worried about all the weight he has lost. Maybe someone needs to suggest that as a standard therapy tool for cancer patients. Well, I have to go to work. Jimmy, you may want to think about trying to take a nap sometime. ‘No luck tonight?’ says Sam, and pours the steaming tea in her cup. ‘Or dry-out?’ Dry-out is their mutual term for when you go out and there are no cute, interesting guys anywhere. ‘There was one, but he ran away,’ Ellenor sighs. ‘Bet he’s pumping some bimbo right now. Ooooh! Oh, Tom! Ooooh!’ Sam laughs at her imitation of a high-pitched moan. ‘He left with some panty-less Baywatch-wannabe?’ he says. ‘I don’t know,’ she says. ‘He left me at the bar to go to the bathroom, and he never came. After a few minutes, though, he put her back in her place.“Finish your breakfast, love.”“Okay, Daddy.”Rhiannon was pouring a mug of tea for Kat as Harry straightened up. “Any chance of coffee, Rhiannon?”“Surely. I started the machine when I heard you stirring.”Aibhilin clambered down from the booster-seat which enabled her to eat at the table. Rhiannon shook her head slightly at the precocious behaviour of her granddaughter, which Kat and Harry seemed to take in their stride. “Where are you.