Such a good girl!” She took her pantyhose off and threw them on the floor. “I’m taking a bath. Throw out the pantyhose and go make me a coffee!�...�� She headed for the bathroom, and shot the door behind her. Then I heard the shower turn on.I picked up the pantyhose, went to the kitchen and threw them out into the trash, and put over some water for coffee. After a few minutes, the water was boiled and I made the coffee. I put it on the sofa table in the living room, and turned on the TV, and saw. I love you for who you are, but who you are is also what you’ve done. Does that make sense?”Her: “Yes, I can see that. I don’t mind telling you, but for that many years it’s hard to remember with a lot of details. Many were like an average meal and not memorable but I’ll share things as I recall them if that’s OK?”Him: “I can’t ask more than that. What come to mind?”Her: “Just a vague guess, there must be more than a hundred.”Him: “No shit!”Her: “That’s probably low. Now that I think about it. Paula, Paul, could you show us some of the features here at ground level?”“Sure thing,” the little boy chirped as he led the others forward. “Here we have a tire swing. It’s the same as any other: it hangs from a strong branch of the mango tree, a branch that isn’t supporting any part of the treehouse. The only thing that’s different is that the steel cable isn’t wrapped around the branch. This can choke a growing tree and cause the branch to die. So instead it’s attached to a special collar. Upon looking out my front window Samantha saw that the busy bodies had accumulated on the lawn across the street from me and next door to her house.I offered her some breakfast and she accepted it as a way of giving the old biddies a chance to move on. After breakfast they were still there.I smiled and watched as Samantha looked out the front door, adjusted her short sexy black silk robe, and then opened the door. She walked out into the bright sunlight, looked at the three busy bodies standing.