"I'm getting fat," May moaned to the Marjorie the Dowager, "What can I do." Well you can hardly go back down the mine, how about pulling a small cart ...would that do?"So next morning they found the small cart and Hardington the Coachman and Boggins the Ostler set about adapting the harness to suit a girl instead of a Pony and then they set off May pulling the Cart and Marjorie following on her horse.They stopped a mile or so out on to the moor "Its too easy, climb on" shouted May and Marjorie. "So, you think I should just talk to Zach and hope everything goes well?" Liz asked."I don’t know. Maybe Lisa would be more open with him because she already had sex, but even before we got to that, she was reserved through all of it." Tom said and Liz gave him a frustrated look. "All I know is that if you hadn't joined last night, nothing would have happened." Tom added."What is it?" Liz asked her husband as she noted the shift in his gaze after the last sentence. He seemed to be thinking. It seemed to him that things were easier for men when his father was his age. During the weekdays, the man went off to work and came home to a hot meal. On Saturdays, the man mowed the lawn and washed the car. Occasionally, there was something that had to be fixed. On Sundays, the man took his family to church and then enjoyed a Sunday dinner. His word was law in the house. The man knew his place in the world.It was a different world for women as well. His mother had a very different life than. Kimberly had gone for the juggler demanding year 'round custody while offering me one weekend a month unrestricted visitation; the same as I'd told her I wanted. She had, I hasten to add, at least kept her word about the house, but I didn't give a damn about that; I wanted custody of my baby.My ex kept looking over at me. She seemed—what—maybe apologetic, sympathetic. Well, I would be pitying her when Sam chose to stay with me.And my traitorous brother? He never looked in my direction, not even.