I spoke to my mother briefly at breakfast about her dinner party plans for that evening. Last night she had dropped a couple of bombshells on me, in t...he form of Ester Jackson and Jennifer Andrews. They had both called her the day before. I had recommended my mother to both of them as a source of a divorce lawyer and the source of a prom dress respectively. She had spoken with them at length and had invited them along on the shopping trip she was taking today with Carla and my sister Paula. On. I had learned my red fiery hair drove the Amazons crazy and would up my bidding price. Also, I had saved myself for the auction. This too would raise more money. The way it worked was you went out on an auction block, just like an animal but classier, and the auctioneer would tell all about you and would then start the bidding. If someone won you and the deal went through you would be paid and spend the next six months with them. After that you could go to earth or re-enter the auction. Some. At the time, he had been concerned that all of the suggestions that his parents had made were a little too intrusive into his life. Now, he appreciated every suggestion they had made. He nodded his head and said, “Ted might like that.”“Of course, that won’t be a long date. You’d need something more to do than that,” Greg said thinking about the matter. He asked, “How much is already arranged?”“Well, her father arrived while we were discussing getting together and we hadn’t made too many plans.. .. uncomfortable. It's not been long enough..." Oh, Stan."Something in her voice made him look up. She was looking directly at him, now, with a relieved expression. "I know you said I'd done nothing, but I was worried." She looked away, then back to him. "It's been six months, Stan," she said, with compassion."Only six months," he replied, softly but with conviction. "It's too soon." Stanley Hinch, look at me," she said. He complied. "Last night was a totally innocent drink and chat between two.