.. , I'm gonna deny it," she promised.Geez! I thought. Here we go again.About now, I'm looking for a lifeboat. I think I see the Titanic steaming towa...rd me over the literary horizon... I meet Mrs. Rose Honeysuckle"Hello, are you Mrs. Honeysuckle?" I asked, giving her what I've been told is my most charming smile."You took long enough," she sniffed."And young man, my name is Rose—Rose Honeysuckle" she said, softening slightly. "You know... like the old song, "Honeysuckle Rose."She sings a few. Why someone usually so sensible would believe someone his age would want to help her out with her shopping was beyond me. I just knew I sure as hell didn't, leastways, not without good reason.The truth was, she was a great Mum but in my opinion, far too trusting of othersI continued to watch from my hiding place, my eyes still drawn to my mother's shapely figure sat alongside MarkShe wasn't a big person in the height department. Only five three in stockinged feet but she's one of those women. "No, it's time to change." Change? Oh." Robin and Mary had skinned out of their blouses and bras, and pulled on sun dresses. Chelsea removed her shorts and put on a skirt that was as short as mine. And then they all removed their panties. So it was THAT kind of a sightseeing tour. I took mine off and stuffed them into my purse.Okay, so a little more growing up had to occur right there. I couldn't recall ever wearing a skirt without wearing panties. I'd worn my formal for the Junior/Senior Prom. As if she was an Angel that basked in the glow of Heaven, indeed, she was a Heavenly vision to behold. Hard to ignore, even when she hid herself away, while eating, every man and even some women stared over at her. Yet, there she was, if even for a few more moments, sitting there with average Stephen, albeit at opposite ends of the long table. Without exchanging any polite conversation, looking down, looking off in the distance, and/or looking through Stephen, she acted as if he wasn’t even.