"Here's to us," she responded, draining hers.It was while she was under the shower that she felt the first strong effects of the vodka spiked in her d...rink: the glassed shower stall seemed to sway; the dizziness passed, but then she felt as though all her strength had drained from her body. She had to get out of the shower. She stumbled to pick up a towel and sat on a stool, drying herself as she wondered what on earth had come over her. Could it have been too much sun? Her father had always. I struggled to sleep that night from the heat. I lay on my bed, with no bed clothes, my body covered in a sheen of perspiration, a light sheet covering my legs to my abdomen. I eventually drifted off after fighting with my pillow, the girl from down the street on my mind. I don't how long I had been asleep, but I awoke to find her kneeling, straddled over my legs with a smile on her face and nothing to hide her shame. Slowly her hands slid from my waist up to my chest, caressing my skin so soft. We'll all eat," I responded."'Kay." He seemed very grown up."Do you need a nappy?" asked Weena."No more. But go potty." After lunch we drove back to Mitchell.Weena had him in the bathtub ten minutes later, scrubbing away. "You know this has to be done," I heard her say. "Every snake sheds its skin as it grows. You grow a little bit every day, so we wash off the old in the bath." Okay. But you rub too hard," Patrick complained."Just to make you pink and shiny."Around 1600 the phone rang. It was. I need that," I stammered."Why?" She gave me a sideways look."It's... It's mine."She stayed silent.I reached out for it but she dropped her hand behind her far quicker thanI could hope to catch."Please! I need that back!" I pleaded."Why? I don't think this is yours. I'm pretty sure I saw Jeff playingwith it yesterday."I took a deep breath. She knew I was lying when I said it was mine, andshe was rightfully freaked out by my actions. As far as she wasconcerned, it was really unlike Jessie to do.