The disapproval in her mother’s face was quite evident, but Phoebe waved this away and kissed her mother on the cheek as she came in the door. “He didn’t bother to ride home with you?” Patricia asked. “No, Mother.” Exhausted she sat down in the nearest chair and stretched. “He was in bed when I left if you must know.” “Are you hungry?” Phoebe giggled more to herself. “Oh no, we ate when we had time.” Patricia looked with even more disapproval. “Oh Mother, the man is insatiable if you must know. It’s like the more he gets the more he wants and in between he made me feel the same way.” “So you like him a lot.” Phoebe shrugged. “I don’t know what I feel if you must know.” “I don’t like him, Phoebe.” “You don’t know him enough to not like him.” Patricia huffed and left the room not wanting to discuss the subject any further. Phoebe relaxed and stared at the wall thoughtfully. After they had eaten finally, he had called up for her to have a massage and then they played checkers in just towels on the floor of the front room.
