We took the cranberries back to the barn and then went in for lunch. Watching Gretchen run around topless was starting to seem normal. When she squatt...ed down to get something out of the bottom of the cabinet I could see where her tan line left off. She must really go topless a lot. I was impressed at how casual she was about it. My mother would never let me catch her topless in a million years. I don’t even think that she would let dad catch her running around topless either.After lunch we. .. just something that was in my mind.' Neither my sister nor my Auntie Mary knew anything about my sexual preference and I certainly wasn't about to enlighten them. It had been a long day walking round the city shops and we were all tired, especially Mary, so we lingered over tea, enjoying the break from our shopping exertions. This suited me fine since it gave me all the more opportunity to observe this particularly attractive waiter in action.Having consumed the contents of the teapot - was. As he pierced the lid of the can, a fowl, nauseating smell spewed forth and he had to cover his nose with his sleeve to save from gagging. He moved away, batting at the air with his other hand. They were beyond rancid, not even recognizable as ever having been edible.A twinge of panic shot through him, and he grabbed another can. He couldn’t read the label, but he broke it open anyway. A fresh stench made him dry-heave, and he dropped the can onto the table. It was full of a gelatinous, black. ”“You’ve talked with him?”“Of course. He’s the guy I’m going to have babies with. He’s for it. I’m for it. It’s gonna happen. He already expects ... In a year or two, tops...”“Unusual, dear...”“I’m up to my eyeballs in beautiful babies. Smart babies, with parents who adore them. I want that for us, me and Tommy.”She turned, interrupted. “Thomas, marry this girl before she gets away...”“I intend to. So, you ‘n’ Dad, y’all gonna be there?”“Honey,” Mizz Dalton said, “My baby boy’s getting married..