“Filthy little bastard. I’ll just bet you did. I know what boys are like. I brought up three sons. I can remember. Your dad and uncles…” She t...utted and rolled her eyes before going on to say, “Their bedding was disgusting. Spunk on the sheets.”Again, battered by the barrage of words and unable to speak, all I could do was look at her.“You want to see what I’m wearing under my dressing gown?”I blinked, thrown by the question.“Not a lot,” my grandmother added. “Stockings and a suspender-belt.. Her name was Solaquitichicatal, which translated to Joy of the Morning. She made a big hit with Doug and his wives. Uh oh, Doug could see the gears grinding in the heads of his wives. They had been after him to take a new wife, and Joy of the Morning looked like the perfect candidate. She had never been pregnant, but that custom had been waived for Mist of the Mountains, so it could easily be waived for Joy of the Morning. Doug could see that he was "in trouble."Each of the wives spent some. With the exception of June, they all looked like teenagers, and I didn't look very old myself, so if they did see me, they probably thought I was a very lucky guy. It wouldn't have occurred to them that I was their brother.Another reason I mentioned that is because we are a very affectionate family; one or two would be hanging on me as we walked. Actually, I liked the idea that other guys were jealous of me. I would have been shy as could be with any other girls, but had no problem with my. I’m Benny.”“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.”“It’s nice to met you, Sir.”They shook hands and then Tim laughed.“That’s how we met in the first pass. We were pulling two people out of a stupid crash caused by a dumb drunk driver. Even after forty-three years have passed I still remember our initial meeting like it was yesterday.”“Then you pestered me in the smoking area and the cafeteria for two weeks.”“Of course, I had to pester you. You can’t go through something like this together without.