I know how much you loved that dog..." I wasn't in any condition to talk about losing my buddy, so I thanked them and hung up.Constance was right at m...y side, comforting me, even as she begged me to tell her what was wrong. "That call was to tell me that yesterday, I lost a very good friend in addition to Catherine," was all I said.The day dragged like an anchor in deep, soft mud. Nothing seemed to interest me, and when I wasn't grieving for Catherine and planning the painful deaths of her. Allison was about a size 0 or 1. My daughter is 4 years younger than her and smaller. “Looks like they’ve shrunk! I can see your ass hanging our honey.” I commented. She giggled and replied, “I’m wearing some of Chloe’s shorts, aren’t they cute on me though??” She said turning around away from me, arching her back and shaking her butt. I immediately started feeling something I knew I shouldn’t be feeling. Not for my 16 year old niece at least. She left the media room and I exhaled. There wasn’t just one bottle, though — there were three, and they were to be spun in a logical, sequential order. Thinking about it now, for a party, this game was surprisingly complex. Nevertheless: the first bottle decided who would be pairing up for a little loving. The bottle could land on one of two options: ‘guy’, or ‘girl’. That meant that if a girl was spinning it, she could be obligated to hit up either another girl or a guy, and the converse if you were male. There were a few. Mrs. Finley and I sat in the tub and finished off the wine. She looked over at me and said, "You mind if I ask you something personal?" No, go ahead." What was going on with you and Beth and Annie this afternoon?"I froze, with my mouth half open."It's okay, I'm not mad at you. Just curious." What do you mean?" Well, I came out to the cottage to ask if you'd seen my gardening sheers and kind of overheard what sounded like three people having a lot of ... shall we say, 'a lot of fun'.