Riles and Molly sat beside the boy in a quiet corner of the Fort Collins Depot. The Robinsons went off to fetch some food. The kid was so skinny; he l...ooked half-starved, and had an anguished look in his eyes.His lips were dried and cracked, like it was the middle of summer in the desert. Molly whispered, “Dehydrated.” She went to a small cistern outside the depot and brought over a ladle of water.Cayuse gently placed his hand on hers and shook his head. Molly was his friend and teacher, but he. She actually looked like she was in her 30’s but I was being polite.“Really?” She said, getting self concious and adjusting her peach colored, sleeveless nighty. “Oh, I don’t look that young!” she said, slapping me lightly on my thighs.“Really aunty, you don’t look a day older than 25.” I said, a little more confident this time.Sangeeta blushed and brought the teacup to her lips to cover her tomato red face.“How old are you really, then?” I asked, sipping on the tea.“Don’t you know you. I like her. She had a question about one of my conferences. Trophy boy, I'm going to make your life interesting."Wanda said, "What is this trophy boy?" It's your father. He's going to accompany me at my conferences as my boy toy and arm candy. Hence, trophy boy!" Everyone laughed at that. I blushed some more.Supper was a merry meal. I found that Chan and Jim had been having lunch with Sharon. Wanda had even come up for supper one night. If I weren't enjoying Sharon's presence so much, I might. It ended when someone told you turn around, drop your pants, bend over, and brace yourself. So did your bottom get paddled?"The amusement in his sister's voice was unmistakable. Afraid to ask the question, William asked, "Who is on the distribution list?" The whole family," she said with a titter."I'll talk to you later after I'm done talking to Mother Ling," William said glaring at his mother across the table."Be good or you'll get another paddling."His sister hung up before he had a chance to.