Lisette and I were headed to the Portland airport to pick up my folks, Gretchen and Ingrid. Both Brigitte and Conor were teaching the martial arts class that afternoon and couldn't go. Lisette was acting as my bodyguard in their absence, as she needed less training than the others. The Jeep held five handily, but not six, which brought up a problem. Someone was going to have to sit in someone else's lap, although I didn't foresee that being a huge issue for a relatively short trip. I didn't think my father would have a problem with any female in his lap and Ingrid probably wouldn't mind Gretchen in hers....