She shrugged her shoulders saying that she was not really up for it and really wanted to get comfy and maybe have a kip. I was not that bothered, so I... put the bed up and I decided to go for a walk and check out the site.I did not come across anyone in and around the shower block which was quiet frustrating, so I made my way back to the van. It was around 5 am the next morning when my wife decided to wake me up as she wanted some attention. Well with a morning wood to assist me I was not going. It was nearing 4:30. Time to get the grill going. I went out and got it started and while it was getting up to temperature, I went in to get the steaks seasoned. Mom was in the kitchen chopping lettuce and tomatoes for salads. She acted happy. Something I hadn't seen nearly enough lately. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” she asked. “Which pleasure are you referring to?” I asked, playing dumb. “You cooking dinner, is the pleasure I am referring to.” “I felt you deserve a break. If it is only. It is going to need a more tender touch. Oui, I am calling you ham-fisted darling but don't take it personally." He had paused to listen to the woman, Monique, on the other end of the line and Samantha felt a small flash of jealousy. She decided to go and look at the book case near her instead of just standing around, eavesdropping and tried to get a handle on her emotions. The more she looked the more surprised she was with his eclectic tastes. There were more books on early American history. I'd just reported that I'd talked to Paula, who said she had a great voice, but no-way-no-how was getting on a stage and singing. Callie Shaw had been snagged up by Kirk, like we thought. And Tommy had grabbed up both Rachel Lewis and Gina Richards."While you're at practice, I'll ask Mr. McCoy," Tami volunteered. "By the way, I got a B-plus on my Spanish quiz." That's great," I said and hugged her.She smiled."You know, you owe big thanks to Paula."Tami nodded."Since you probably don't want to.