Elsie's chatter and laughter seemed to flow over her and she was afraid to look at George so great was her desire to have him touch her. She remembere...d speaking but couldn't remember what about.When at last she had risen to go, Elsie wouldn't hear of it, insisting that she couldn't go back to an empty house, telling her that she would lend her pyjamas, offering her a new toothbrush they kept as a spare.She had no real recollection of going to bed. And she puzzled about the wide-open door of her. I could see my mother and father in the back yard as we pulledup in the driveway. I got out of the car first, took Stans hand andwalked through the gate to the back yard. I saw my father looking me asI approached.I don't know who was more nervous, he or I. mom stepped in, took myhand and led me up to my fath...daddy. Ralph, (daddy's name) I want you to meet Tina. Isn't she beautiful?"Daddy took me in his arms and almost squeezed the life out of me. "Youare beautiful. You look just like your. ”He looked at me in surprise. I repeated, “I’m not interested. I really don’t care why you’re an asshole. I only care that you are since I’m forced to be in your presence.”He did blush. Anna giggled. Mason was coughing again.He said, “Miss Roberts, I didn’t mean to make you angry with me.”I interrupted. “I wasn’t angry with you. Assholes don’t think. I don’t get angry with non-thinkers. However, you’re in the United States. We don’t have royalty. I now have personal experience in understanding. Marta, please hold my wife and help put her into a nap. It’s been a really, really shitty day. Thank you, baby doll.”“Yes, Sir. Miss?” I left them, knowing that Svetlana would do nothing except what I wanted for quite some time. Today, I really just wanted her to nap. It was a very trying afternoon, and she needed rest. One thing I knew, though, I wanted my wife back. I loved this meek, apologetic thing but she was not my wife. I also wanted a drink. I had left my drink with Marta. She later.