“Who’s this?”“Vicki,” the voice said. It took me another second to make the connection.“Oh, hey, Vicki,” I said in a lighter voice. “W...hat’s up?”“I’m not sure,” the teenager replied. “It’s been a way weird night.”“Oh?” I asked.“What did you say to her today?” the kid inquired, perhaps thinking I would know the “her” in question or perhaps realizing I had her on speaker and that my girlfriend was likely very nearby.“Just ... stuff,” I said.“It’s like she’s an alien,” Vicki told us.Liz was looking. "Yuusou, what's your favorite book?" Grace asked when I was done explaining the comparisons of Aslan to Jesus."I'd have to say it's Screwtape Letters, by C. S. Lewis. Ever read it?"Grace shook her head. I smiled, remembering how long it had taken me to pick the book up. We continued to make small talk about different books the rest of the way.I spent most of the evening studying for a Latin exam at college on Monday. The girls played Twister during that time, though they did take about half an. Getting dinner ready kept me busy for a few hours and the meatloaf had about 20 minutes to go when I heard Anita stirring. Wearing only her t-shirt, she came rushing out of the bedroom straight to me throwing her arms around my waist and nearly tackling me. Oh Papi! era tan maravilloso, mucho gracias, she said before kissing me. While I was appreciative and more than a little turned on, I was also conscious of the hot oil on the stove next to me, Telling her to slow down and to be careful to. A simple touch at the control console would bring the audio from that camera to the speakers. In my office those 24 images were on two large flat-screen monitors, a touch on the screen over the image brought that one full screen and to the speakers. I needed to remember to lock the field house cam so no one could watch what went on there Thursday night.Jenny and Lorrie came at eight with supper: fresh homemade salad (not bagged stuff), fresh homemade crab cakes from Jen's dad, and warm rolls..