When he finally pulled away, there were tears in his eyes. I understood. It had probably been years since anyone in our family had reached out to him....“Darren, this is my daughter, Stacy,” I said, “Stacy, this is your Uncle Darren.”He extended his hand for a formal shake, but Stacy said, “Don’t be silly.” She came over and hugged him like the long-lost uncle he was. I noticed that he smelled her hair as they hugged and guessed that he might be just a bit aroused by their embrace. I was right, of. ‘Ummm… I have work in the afternoon, but anytime after 6 is great. Where did you want to meet?’ She had almost controlled herself the entire sentence. That deserved a pat on the back, if she didn’t say so herself. ‘How about 6:30 at my place. I live over on Lafayette, number 68. It’s the big blue place with a second floor porch.’ She nodded before realizing that he couldn’t hear that. She bit her lip and then spoke. ‘Sounds great, see you then. Have a good one, bye.’ And with that, she hung up. "Mike, I was wondering if I might ask you something," she began in a halting voice."Sure, what's up, Kel?" I asked in a suitably cheerful voice.I was greeted by silence for a few seconds."This is not the reaction I was expecting," she said eventually. "Actually, I figured you would probably be a bit reluctant to allow me to ask you for anything — despite the gains we've made in the past few days." Hey, the last favor I did for you worked out OK for me," I replied. "I met Carrie and my heart was. Mama Rosina was up before anyone, getting the breakfast ready and preparing some of the food for later in the day.Darlene and I arrived just before nine o'clock and, as usual, Mikey was first to the door. He looked so cute in his nice white dress shirt, gray vest, red and green bowtie, and black slacks. Each of the three older children were dressed in their "Sunday best," as apparently was the tradition. The women all wore dresses and the men, me included, had dress shirts and pressed slacks..