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Lorelei is gone, remember?”
    “Then what are you doing in here?”
    “Helping you take your bath.”
    “In that case, get out of that dress and hop in.” Winston reached for her with his wet, soapy hands. “We’ll go for a little spin.”
    “Behave, Winnie. You’ll get me all wet.” She bent down to wipe him with a washcloth. He immediately reached for her left breast and gave it a good squeeze. “And please remember you’re a gentleman.”
    “You’re mistaken. No gentlemen here. Who is that curly haired fellow?”
    “Why, that’s Mitch,” Lila answered.
    “ Who ?”
    “Brubaker,” Mitch said. For some reason, the old fellow had taken to calling him that.
    “Oh, sure.” Winston grinned at him. “How are you, Brubaker?”
    “Just fine, sir. And you?”
    “Horny beyond belief. And I really have to take a piss.”
    Luanne shook her finger at him. “Not in the water again, hear me?”
    “Okay,” he grumbled. “But only because you’ve got great tits.”
    Luanne sighed wistfully. “And to think there was a time when I would have sold my soul for just one night in the feathers with this man.”
    “Don’t you get all earthy, too,” Lila said to her primly.
    “You’re one to talk,” Luanne shot back. “Considering that wild fling you and he had.”
    Lila reddened. “Winston and I did not have any fling, wild or otherwise. That was entirely Lorelei’s imagination.”
    “Did you or did you not go to Scranton together for the weekend back in seventy-eight?”
    “Strictly to look at a wardrobe cupboard that he wished to buy for her. Antiques have always been a passion of mine, as you know perfectly well. Winston wanted my advice. We stayed in separate rooms at the inn. Why, we never so much as … as…” Lila’s fine-boned face got all scrunched up. Then she ran from the bathroom, sobbing.
    “I guess I have to stop teasing her,” Luanne murmured. “She’s getting so sensitive.”
    “She’s always been sensitive,” Winston said. “And she had the loveliest titties I’ve ever seen. Milk white, with a birthmark right here under her left nipple.”
    Luanne looked at him in alarm. Possibly, it was that specific mention of Lila’s birthmark. “He’s just spouting nonsense now, Mitch. He was always faithful to our Lorelei. Weren’t you, Winnie?”
    “We spent that weekend in Scranton screwing our brains out,” he answered happily. “Hey, Brubaker, have you checked out those hot new babes next door? They stretch out by the swimming pool wearing next to nothing. And they’re colored girls.”
    “You mean women of color,” Mitch said.
    “You can see them through the trees if you get over next to that fence.”
    “Winnie, I want you to leave those people alone. They have enough trouble with those awful reporters. Besides, we haven’t been introduced.”
    “Sometimes they even get up and dance,” he prattled on. “Shake those butts of theirs. You don’t see butts like those on white girls. By God, I’d like to take a great, big bite out of—”
    “Okay, we’re done here,” Luanne announced firmly. “Mitch?…”
    Mitch grabbed Winston by one wet, slippery armpit while she reached across him for the other. They’d just managed to hoist the old fellow up onto his feet when Callie Kreutzer came bouncing past the open door on her way to the stairs.
    Callie didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the sight of the naked old man standing there in the tub. “I’m off to the academy, Luanne!”
    “Have a lovely day, dear,” Luanne responded sweetly.
    “Don’t go running off again!” Winston called out as Callie started down the stairs. “I’ve got something huge here for you!”
    “Winston, behave !” Luanne barked as she began to towel him off. “I can take it from here, Mitch. Thank you so much.”
    By the time he’d made it outside Callie was getting ready to ride off on her bike, her art portfolio slung over one shoulder. She was quite a gifted painter. Her miniature