“Get dressed,” my sister whispered as she pecked my lips one last time, “We’re almost there.”I pulled on a pair of boxers as she dressed. Ba...sketball shorts and a lakers tee shirt. She was in a denim skirt and white tank top. She wore a cute ball cap with a ponytail hanging through the back.That look always gets my attention.I hopped over the seat and looked out the window as we arrived at the lodge where we always come for the reunion. Aunt Pat was talking to Aunt Brenda. Their husbands were. Released from her casing, though, she soon reverted to her original character.Without the restraint of the Plastolite head covering, she was able to (and indeed did) give vent to her feelings using her wide-ranging and frequently inventive vocabulary. I used a variety of gags on the girl over the coming few days. None of them had markedly better effect than any of the others. And, of course, in every case as soon as the instrument of silence was removed, Helena's stream of invective immediately. If you give me her phone number, I’ll begin to set up the trusts and then we can be married whenever you are ready.’I wasn’t sure what he meant by trusts, but when Marlene called me later in the week, she was excited.‘It’s basically a pre-nup, but you’ve got one hell of a catch there, girl. Snake charming was an awesome career choice.’She explained that there would be trust funds for the kids and a land trust and a lot of stuff I really didn’t understand, but it became pretty clear that this. Then, as if to himself, "I too have felt such longings, my Dear Emilie..." He was silent for a moment.I could not stand the silence when my soul cried out in a single blazing question. "Would she accept me?" Then recovering, "I mean, would I be acceptable to you as her guardian?"He laughed, full of gusto. "My dear Jeremy, the man whom Marie finds acceptable is acceptable to me. Do not worry. I am determined to make a small trip to Geneva. The current political intrigues here make it wise for me.