Her girls are amazing little people. They’re well behaved, sweet, and incredibly smart. They were dressed like me. Jess was not. She had on a t-shir...t like dress that dropped to mid-thigh. It was a very light pinkish color, thin, and tight in the best/worst places. There was absolutely no way that she had on any underwear. I stared. She couldn’t have missed it and I think she was enjoying it. It was breezy and cooler after a hot day. Why did I only see her right nipple? Not important but this is. I could tell she wasn't just by how she was avoiding our son. Kevin himself tried to talk to her but to no avail. Her mind and feelings were somewhere else, and I hoped it wasn't going to be permanent.Thankfully, by the fifth day things turned around. She and Kevin were once again talking, and she even asked if he'd talked to Meadow.Happily, he replied he had and couldn't wait to be with her again.The following day was the party, and I couldn't wait to see Sam in that dress again. My God did. If you do everything I say tonight, then you can have your talk.”“Really?” I asked, ignoring his threat of punishment.“If you make it through tonight without running off,” he said. “Then I’ll talk.”“If I don’t run off?” I repeated, confused. Why would I run? Maybe he didn’t mean it, “Really talk?”Hope welled up inside me when he nodded. Intellectually, I knew Hope to be a fool, but the heart is an obstinate muscle, and equally foolish. I wanted so much more than to talk, but even talking would. It didn't work that way, but by the end of the game, everybody was pretty drunk. I had been holding back on the alcohol, but Don, Billy, Janice and their new friends were feeling no pain. We staggered into a post-game party, and I did more eating than drinking, and tried to get Janice to do so as well. She was pretty tipsy, but seemed to be holding up OK. Don and Billy had been drinking way too much, but I wasn't too worried since I knew we didn't have to drive far to the motel.Eventually, I.