I think we have a few things to discuss," mom began looking over towards dad receiving a nod of the head from him as she did so. Obviously, he'd given... over the role to mom to start things off, though I kept expecting him to jump in and take over any moment now. "I think it's important that we clear the air here, lay all the cards out on the table," mom went on using metaphors as she was prone to do whenever she had something she felt was important to say. "But most importantly, I think we all. For the munchkins, though, the last couple of hours of this day are devoted to Mizz Lee, our Teacher Emeritus. Yes, she’s supposed to be an English teacher, guiding inquisitive minds in grammar and vocabulary, but she pushes them into literature as well, and for the rest of us, Mizz Lee is a parent or grandparent or something esteemed and venerated.My cellphone rang. Mizz Lee. “Hi, Mizz Lee. How are you today?”“Pleasantly satisfied, dear. A little creaky, but satisfied.”“You have the kids. “I want to make you feel even better.”“I don’t believe I’m standing here, talking to you about this, in the middle of the grocery store!” sighed Prudence.“Then let’s talk about it Saturday morning ... at your house ... in your bedroom.” Bobby said it plainly, as it were merely simple conversation.“Constance...” moaned Prudence, trying to fight the desire inside her.“Send her to my house. She and my sister are friends now.”She was about to say “No!“ when he reached out and touched her hand,. After it got dark we stopped at a roadside bar for some beer and pub grub. Demie said she’d go do her own feeding, and I didn’t want to hear any details as she strode off into the night. Kate looked thoughtful when I asked if she’d come join me, but ultimately said she’d stay in her lab instead. Well, her loss... Despite the state’s inside smoking law, the bar smelled like an ashtray. I sat at a table, sipped my beer, and played about on my phone while I waited for my food.It hadn’t been busy.