My short grief turned to anger quickly. I held Nadine as her head was buried in my chest, but anger washed over me.

Later.

Mom arrived home from work as I unpacked clothes, and other personal belongings shipped from my old house, in my room. Nadine was napping off the jet lag. Carmen was still gone.

"Where is everyone?" Mom asked with a hint of seduction in her voice.

"Nadine is catching up on sleep and Carmen is out somewhere, supposedly with a friend. She was dressed to kill though so I think the friend must be a man." I said.

"So we are alone? Hmmmm I'm tempted, what about...