Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember if I’d actually given her my mailing address, but hoped she could figure something out. “Pretty close” she said through her sighs. XXX “Can you feel that hard little bump?”, she asked. “O.K., you can stop now, but thanks, that was wonderful.”
Mildred was momentarily speechless as she watched the spectacle, but finally she just said, “Oh, I had no idea how that worked. And if you do me, I won’t object to your making my daughter equally happy. Then she wanted to know how it felt for me. It seemed to take a bit for Mildred’s mother (who entered with an ‘if looks could kill’ expression) to absorb all of this blurted out information, but her initial stern look soon softened, and she finally offered her hand in greeting as did her dad.
