Iwondered if he knew I was a man, and I wondered it hecared.Jenny cut away from her new bride and asked if shecould cut in. My new groom relented and ...allowed Jennyto cut. Jenny cut in, but began dancing not with me,but with the other groom.The other bride came over to me and asked me to dance.As I watched Jenny dancing with the somewhatreluctant groom, I took the other bride's hand and webegan to dance.The two of us took a considerable amount of room onthe dance floor, with our trains trailing. "But I'll call you if I can't." OK," I mumbled. "See you tonight."With him out of the house and Lily in her getting-ready-in-the-morning routine, which meant standing around in her underwear for a good long while, I had a lot of trouble keeping the beast in my pants under control. I tried to sit down at my desk and check my email, but the whirr of the video system kicking in from the Kowalski bedroom proved to be too much temptation.When I brought the system up on my computer screen, the four. "I knew WHY I was driving. After she buckled in, she wiggled around and started gathering her hair into two miniscule pigtails, one just behind each ear, her fix for 'I can't stand my hair on my neck when I'm sweating.'When she finished, she turned to me with a huge grin. "There! Now I can exercise, and I'll know the whole time that you're lusting after me extra much." You know waaay too much about me, cutie," I said."I have a whole list, honey," she giggled. "But this one's just strange...". And there was the obvious fact that, as beautiful and perfectly formed as the boy was, he was neither here nor there in heritage. His mother was clearly black, but he wasn’t wholly so. Mountainvista was a Southern town. The mixing of races was still something to titter about. There was no father in evidence and never had been—and LaBell Foster didn’t seem to care who turned up their nose about that. LaBell did very much protect any information on where her beautiful young son had come from,.