?Thomas, did you happen to see my daughter leave just a few minutes ago?? sheasked the gray-haired, tuxedoed gentleman. ?No, Mrs. Grayson, I didn't. W...ould you like me to page her?? ?No, no thanks,? she returned, smiling wanly. Jenny checked the bathrooms, but didn't find any trace of her daughter. Howthis girl ever hoped to keep even a steady boyfriend, with her poor manners,was beyond her. After retrieving her silver Lexus from the valet, Jenny began the drive acrossdowntown Boulder to where. Eric asked “Were there any traps?”“No. It was just our home.”Eric told me to stay with her while he checked it out. He treated it like an American soldier would, clearing a house full of hadjis. At least, as close as he could get without an automatic rifle, a full squad of soldiers, and a bunch of grenades. We could hear him going up the steps and moving around, with a couple of curses thrown in. He was back down with us, soon enough, and he closed and latched the door again before he said. Why've you got that 'stuff' all over you?" It's just a souvenir of a wonderful performance." Mommy patted Kim's head. "Now, you two trot off to bed and remember, Becky, don't put too much weight on Kim's back and keep both feet on the floor." Yes, ma'am," Becky mumbled. "Giddy up, Kim." That girl," Mommy shook her head, "I'll have to peel her off the sheets in the morning." Oh, I wouldn't worry about it," Daddy put his arm around her. "It's not everyday our little angel gets to shine in front. It was their "we knowsomething you don't know" look. Angel was feeling put upon. This dinner was supposed to be an apologyto her for causing an uncomfortable situation, not an occasion to raisediscomfort to new heights. She could understand dressing fairly nicely,making sure her hair was combed and brushed, and maybe a tiny bit ofmakeup. But this dinner was being more elaborately stage managed than the lastshow she was in. Her hair was not just clean and neat, it was styled.Her makeup, which.