‘Hi, Will, this is Marie. Is Adele there?’ I need to ask her some questions about tomorrow.’ ‘I’ll get her. One minute. She’s outside. I t...old her you are on the phone. She’s coming. Can I help?’ ‘No. Maybe another time. I need some of her help tomorrow.’ ‘Here she is.’ ‘Hi, Marie. What’s up with you?’ ‘If you don’t mind, I was wondering if we could find some time tomorrow to talk.’ ‘Sure. What’s the subject?’ ‘Clark. I really like him. My heart says go for it but my mind says slow down.’. Glancing over the fence, she stopped in her tracks.Susy’s mother was in the back yard, lying on a blanket.Peggy would never have believed it.The woman was on her stomach, her head resting on her folded arms, dozing in the sun. She also had on a bikini, one of the skimpiest bikinis Peggy had ever seen. In fact, she had not seen one like that in any store.The woman was named Grace, a name that Peggy felt perfect for her. It was associated with old maids and people with a puritan outlook. But. When he returned with her drink, she was sitting on the end of the couch. Her legs were pulled up under her and she was hugging one of the suede throw pillow. She took the glass from him and took a good swallow before sitting it on the coaster he had placed on the end table. Returning to his previous seat, he turned and faced her."Rod was the oldest son of mama's friend Edna. She was the president of Mama's sewing circle. They used to meet at Edna's house on Tuesday and Thursday mornings at. And to think she’d thought he was changing. He’s probably still asleep, she mused, adding a ribbon to the doodle-covered paper before her. Eleven is awfully early when you’ve been out ’til 3. Glancing around the second floor one last time, she began to pack up her stuff. If she wasn’t going to learn any math today, she could at least start on that paper for Greek Lit. Rachel nearly screamed when she felt a hand on her shoulder, and whipped her head around to see a tired looking Hunter..