I finally did tear my eyes off Greta, but I looked down into my lap rather than at Dad. It was my dad’s voice that broke the silence. “Greta,”...he said and by his tone, he meant business, “go to your room until I come and get you.” I could remember very few times when I heard Dad speak to our housekeeper in such a tone. And I’d never heard him order her to her room. He’d asked her to leave the room a few times, but never treated her so child-like, by sending her to her room. It took her a. Jill was snuggled up to me, holding onto my arm the whole way. I was getting used to steering with my left hand.We got to her house and I saw John's Beemer in the driveway. I parked the car and went around to let Jill out. We took our time walking up the path to her front door, my arm around her shoulders, her head against my chest. When we got to her front porch, she turned and wrapped her arms around me. It was obvious she wanted a kiss and she wasn't going to invite me in. Which was just as. More

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