Even the name Jemma was the newnormal.Well I had won that battle. She had insisted on barging in my roomwhenever she wanted til yesterday when I had c...omplained a little. Saidit was delightful how I had protested in my high pitched voice, evenstamped my feet in a girlish tantrum, really over such a minor thing.After a few tears and a make up cuddle on her lap, we had agreed that aknock on the door would proceed her entering. Intense satisfaction insuch a hollow victory that only a teenage girl. ..Mister Riley," he said smoothly,giving Madison a little shove out of the way.Madison rolled her eyes and went back to the couch."I'm sorry, I'm looking for David?" the woman said."I'm his brother, Terry. But I'm sure I can help you find what you'relooking for. Concert tickets, maybe? You like dancing? Jazz? Barnraising? Seriously, I have an in with some Amish guys." That's funny," she smiled. "Actually, it's a small world. I've beenworking with your brother on my art exhibition, and here we. “I think everyone has fantasies about their sex life,” I tell her. I recall the current movement towards having people accept that mental disorders are an illness, not just a behavioural deficit. “I know, with Colin, his illness -“ I stop and sigh. “Dear Evie, you must have heard it all before, from all the real experts.”She makes no sign to show that she noticed my term of endearment.She shakes her head. “It’s not just the fantasies,” she says. “He likes to look at women. Not. When we reached his apartment, soft music came on. He'd wired the place somehow so that it did that automatically. I was surprised at the subtle eroticism of the recording he'd chosen. I suppose I'd expected something crude and vulgar from a younger lover, even if he was my own son. I should have known by now that Matt was a man of exquisite good taste. He took me in his arms and danced with me, waltzing me around his hardwood floor. I kept hunching my hips forward, eager to feel the hard lump.