‘Is this Margo Campbell?’ Grace asked when a woman picked up the phone. Grace smiled when the woman confirmed her identity. ‘This is Grace Billi...ngs. I understand my mother has hired you to plan my wedding.’ Grace rolled her eyes when Margo began rambling ideas. ‘Look, Margo, I’m sure you know what you’re doing, but I’m sorry, we do not need your services. I will be planning my own wedding with my fiancee. My mother will not be able to over ride this, it is my decision and that is final,’ Grace. I went into theen-suite bathroom, got in the tub and pulled the shower curtain aroundme. I turned the shower on and got myself wet prior to soaping myselfup. The usual.But when I reached for my usual bar of soap - I couldn't find it.Where's my soap? I felt around the little shelf suction-cupped againstthe bath's tile wall, and it wasn't there. What was there was a brand-new bar still in its box, and a new bottle of Johnson's Baby Shampoo.Now even my shampoo's missing.Could it be, in this. Maybe I should go.”“Nope. A deal ish a deal. You get to run your fingersh through my hair all night, and for that, you have to shampoo it in the morning.” Then she stood up again and with my arms around her for support, we went into her bedroom.“Bill, I alwaysh shleep in the nude, and you have to too or I’ll be embarrashed,” she said with slurred speech. Then she got out of the sundress she’d been wearing and crawled into bed. Her gorgeous, perfect body was soon under the covers.“Hurry up,. I showered and briefly returned to my room for my work clothes. I made a quick bowl of cereal and got to work. In terms of weather, it was going to be a banner day with hopefully some afternoon beach time. I wanted to get a few hours in on the windows. Restoring the old windows was my reason for being there. I was all set up in the side yard and got right to work dismantling a window. Happily, the windows had been ignored for so many years that most of the old putty was already missing. I knew.