"I'm not sure. I guess I knew how sensitive you would be about it, and Dwight and Sammie didn't need to know, so I kept quiet."
"But now?"
"But now it has become important and you need to address it."
"Any suggestions as to how I go about doing that?"
"Just tell the story, I suppose."
"How do you think they'll take it?"
"Dwight is my brother and is like me so he'll take it okay. Sammie is the dark horse."
"Okay. Tomorrow, we'll get Sarah out of the house and tell them."
She leaned over and kissed me softly. "Do you ever get tired of me?" she asked.
"What a stupid question," I said. "Of course not. Why did you even ask?"
"Because you haven't touched me all day."
I grinned and reached for the buttons on her pajama top. "I can fix that right now."
The next morning was Sunday. Sara
