”“I knew ‘Mary Poppins’ was bad for you,” I said.“I don’t know. The floating away dreams are much better than the falling ones.”“Hmm...m! Fair point.”“Well, I have to make a break for the bathroom. Do you think I can get there without Jerry Springer setting his pregnant brides on me again?”Tara pushed the closet door open and crawled out into my bedroom. It was still dark out there, but apart from that I had no clue what the time was.I hesitated for a moment and then I crawled out of the closet. She'd kept much of her slender figure, and didn't actually think she weighed too much more at thirty-eight than she had at twenty, when she'd started dating Martin ... although she knew that her hips and her bottom were a bit bigger and curvier than she would've preferred, and her breasts were much, much bigger after four children and eighteen years of marriage, though still round and quite firm. She'd noticed some of her sons' friends checking out her chest at times when they came over to hang. Mrs Clusky froze mid-step as her eyes went from Gloria’s naked body closest to her then to Vanessa’s young naked body opposite her mother’s then to Jared’s naked body laying prone on that bed.Eventually Mrs Clusky, in her old ‘mother-hubbard’ dress, just let out a low whistle and said, “Well, Lordy, Lordy me! You younguns jist never change. Turn yuh back for a second and y’awl all at it like a bunch of jack-rabbits in matin’ season. And darn it all if it weren’t the same back in my day. Only in. The basement was mostly finished. New walls had been constructed and mostly painted. Some paint fumes remained, but barely lingering. The one completed room was Lynn’s. The smaller of two bedrooms, but fairly large. A soft pink pervaded, but was somehow muted. The twin sized bed took up less room than a larger one would, of course, but a large desk, with a vanity beside it, with a full mirror lined with lights, and two sets of drawers and full bookcase against one wall, managed to fill most of.