Izzie turned to Trink put the swatch of silk over her arm reached up and straightened the bow in his beard "My name is Izzie, I am Laurel's new housek...eeper and Nanny, now if you will excuse us I have some convincing to do." Laurel threw up her hands and went to get herself a cup of tea when Trink chortling about the Nanny bit started to help Izzie matching and choosing fabrics.Laurel swore under her breath patting her pockets, she had given Izzie her change purse earlier when they had first. “What? She’s adorable. I want to know how Luke got so lucky.”Mr Evans spoke up, “Tina, I must apologise for my children. I did try, but I see at times like this that I have failed as a father.“A daughter who looks for every opportunity to have a dig at her brother and a son who it would be easier pulling his teeth than have him volunteering information.“I hope your parents had better luck than me.” I really didn’t know what to say, but was rescued by Mrs Evans.“David, don’t be a shit, putting. Whatever, was my mumbled reply. I remembered the Chucky from two Christmases ago. The annoying one that followed me around. He would have been cute if he took care of the acne problem and lost a few pounds. Chucky was awkward and shy and got in the way a lot. I was used to some guy following me around. With thick, wavy, dirty blonde hair, bluegreen eyes and full pouting lips to compliment my slim tan figure, it was no wonder guys fell for the tall blonde in a bikini. Fully filling a 36B, I made. “There will be a farm to market road about two miles up,’ she said. “Turn right on that road.”I had a compact disc in the player and she hummed along, then mouthed the words to a Bruno Mars hit.“I love this song,” she said. “It makes me want to par-TAY!”I tuned in the farm to market road.“Three miles down is a dirt road, turn in there and I’ll open the gate,” she instructed. I tuned in at the gate. I watched as she stepped out of my car and opened the gate. I drove through it and she re-latched.