She watched how focused he was on tenderly dropping an egg into a softly simmering pot. Oliver paused for a moment to kiss Savannah sweetly before swi...ftly picking her up and setting her on the kitchen island. He set about gradually whisking egg yolks over a supple heat for the hollandaise sauce. In a graceful move he turned to pull out the home-made biscuits from the stove and brushed them lightly with butter. Pleased with his breakfast cuisine he soothingly took hold of Savannah’s foot and. “Oh Mark! You shouldn't use the poor girl's hair like that! I know you three are at a very important stage of exploration with each other, but you'll knot all Stacy’s pretty locks together…”“But, Moooom. She loves it when we mess her up! Y’know, make all her hair stand on end and cum dribble all down her chin… Don’tcha Stace?”They both looked at the girl expectantly. She couldn't help but be honest.“I… kinda do, Ms. Jay… It makes me feel all dirty… in a good way… Like that's who I really am,. I get lots of smiles and meaningful looks. In days gone by that would have frightened me or perhaps seemed creepy, but I have a much better idea now of what they must be thinking. It's nice to be noticed. And I love the way Jack loves me being noticed too!***Epilogue.By the time Jack got back to post, Javon had moved in with Lisa, dumped her, and gotten out of the army, moving back up to Louisville with another white girl. Jack heard where he was living, but didn't tell Ainsely.Ainsely did, in. ”I wasn’t the only person in the room taken aback by this commentary. It appeared to be blatantly honest – and it was clearly unexpected.“Let me think on this,” I said. “It’s late. Please, do as you like. I’m ... tired...” I headed off to bed and took a pill to sleep. While I waited for it to take effect, I pondered Connie’s offer.With Rachel’s death, her link to me was broken – but not her link to my daughters. She WAS their grandmother, and while if I were alone, we would probably have parted.