It was Sandy's turn to laugh. "I was eighteen once, trying to sneak around. I know what it looks like. And they're not nearly as clandestine as they think they are. So there'd be a problem with the parents?"
"I'm not sure how much I should say."
"I'll be discrete, I promise."
I shared with her what I knew about the Ellises, noting how that focused, penetrating look stole back over her face as I did.
"It's sweet of the girls to block for them." She sighed. "It shouldn't have to be like that. They shouldn't have to hide."
"Like we shouldn't hide?" I suddenly felt bad about my own fearfulness.
"Sweetheart, we're just starting out, and you have children, and baggage. We're not kids. But they are. They're what, sixteen? Seventeen? They're supposed to be dating at that age, figuring out wh
