And we were naked.Carol was the first to get completely dressed, and said, “Well Rann, what’s for breakfast?”I decided to be cavalier about it, ...and said, “Besides what you just got, Blue Eyes?”Of course, she hit me in the stomach for that remark. We all left the pantry, and I went to the fridge and grabbed some milk, eggs and bacon and started making breakfast, wondering what the breakfast banter would be like after everyone had ‘gotten a little’ early in the morning.Barely able to keep a. Tears welled in my eyes, how did things get this bad? I was sure it was my entire fault. The next few mornings, I ate breakfast alone with Mother in monastic silence. The shrill sounds of utensils against porcelain and the scraping of naked steel chair feet upon the tiles were the solitary invasion in the silence. I missed Sally dreadfully, which shocked me on many levels for it wasn't as if we had much in common. It was her effervescent presence that kept my spirits up and allayed any feelings. Thank goodness we weren't going to drive. I was pretty sure that would be a three day adventure. I would have to purchase plane tickets. I'd have to dig out my passport as well. As it turned out a family emergency came up and I would have to meet you there later than we had planned. I'd be taking the trip alone. It was good that things were going so well between us. That was a long and curious trip. Three different planes, four airports (one which I got to spend five hours enjoying). I. I could verbally rip the head off of the meanest man in town while projecting sexy sweetness that would curl his hair. No women fucked with me either. Cotton changed me, for a time. When the children came home with pictures of their father’s new family I took delight in noticing that Bradley’s forehead had grown and his young wife’s thighs carried a flabby overlay, extending from her abundant butt. They looked happy with their baby boy between them. I had always been proud of my athletic body..