I tell him it is okay, I am at the very front seat and sitting there killing time by flipping channels on the tv, he comes and sits by me and we talk ...softly he brings out a bottle of vodka and makes me a drink, he says he would get into trouble if they smelled alcohol on his breath, I told him it was okay, I finish my drink and we r talking that other gentleman in the cabin was fast asleep and was not bothered by our talk, he makes me another drink and I ask him if he was wanting to get me. Even the boys copied the pose while they were giggling.“What happened?” I gasped out.“We got our hair cut,” Bree said, graciously leaving out the “duh” that I could hear in her voice. I looked at my red-headed friend and shook my head to clear it.Bree’s hair was mostly gone. She had the wildest red hair I’d ever seen, a little more than shoulder length when it was down. Now it was tightly cropped around her head in a boy-cut. It was about the same length as mine now that I’d been. " Yes. Hello, Mrs. Mitchell. I just wanted to tell you that you have the most wonderful son in the world."Mom and I laughed at that. We laughed because that's what mom herself always told me whenever I'd done something to make her proud. Charlotte had somehow fluked it, and it came across as incredibly charming."I can see I'm gonna like this one," mom said. She took Charlotte's arm and led her into the house.I followed them around from room to room and listened to them chatting away like old. You made that poor overworked girl do all your work for you.” Elizabeth folded her arms over her chest and glared at me.“What? Overworked. She’s been delighted to have something to do. It’s boring monitoring email and putting rejection notices on ‘Need to Know’ requests. At least planning a party is fun.” I crawled across the bed and began tugging at my wife, who gradually softened her stance and let me gather her into my arms.“You promise I don’t need to panic over anything?” she.