My brother looked at his wife, standing in the doorway - then at his daughter, sitting in the car - and then at me.

"So ... I need to warn Tammy that she's going to be a grandmother sometime in the future?"

"If Pammy stays on-track, yes," I replied.

He nodded, looking into my eyes and then looked away.

He was quiet a bit longer and then he cleared his throat.

"You know I can't really approve of what you're doing," he said, quietly.

"I know. I'm sorry ..."

"I'm not really sorry," he said, quickly, "I just can't countenance it - at least not in the public eye."

"I...