Judging from the one she had finished, she was doing a flawless job."This is such a pain," she grumped. "Just be glad you don't have to paint your nai...ls, daddy." Yes, what a joy," I conceded easily. "I mean, it makes my hands and feet look nice, but it's just a pain in the butt." Then why do it?" I asked."Oh that would be gross!" she said, scrunching her face into an expression of disgust. "Unpainted nails look awful!" Ok."The issue of painted nails versus unpainted nails was a debate I did not. Once we got to the front yard of the house - or the flaming remains of the house - I ordered him to stop.“Now, lie down again. On your stomach.”He didn’t question me, and did what I asked. Once he was firmly on the ground, I half-lowered and half-dropped his brother on top of him, just making sure that his head got no more hits. I’d be fine with him getting a few bruises.“Stay there. If you run, remember that I’m a hunter. Besides, your brother would still be here.”I was not surprised to find. " Oh Daddy," Caroline cried in mock seriousness. "On Sunday. Tsk, tsk." She wagged her gloved finger at him, grinning."Well," Robert began, wondering if he should dine with his mother for the first time in a week."Please come," Caroline said. "We promise, no fried chicken." I'd be most happy," said Robert, feeling he owed the girl at least that much. "Thank you, both of you." Around two," Mr. French said, leading his daughter toward the door. "You're off to a good start, my boy. I only took in. A few minutes later, the room phone rang. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hi, is this Mr. Munson?’ ‘Sure is.’ ‘Great, my name is Ashley James and I’m an agent with Keller Williams Real Estate.’ ‘Hi Ashley. Thanks for calling back. Linda speaks highly of you and wouldn’t hear of me using anyone else.’ ‘Linda is a sweetheart. We look out for each other which can be interesting.’ She laughed. ‘She told me that you’re here this week and would like to see houses in the Marietta area. Would you like to go out this.