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Christy’s quarter had more or less ended with the art exhibition, so she chipped in to help the rest of us.

She and Wren spent that evening in my bedroom working on the computer, revising the first of Wren’s papers. I was a little surprised at how well Christy could type. Her small hands practically flew over the Commodore’s keyboard.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” I asked on one trip past.

“High school. All the girls had to take typing and home economics classes.”

“How very enlightened,” Wren said sardonically.

“You wanna type this yourself, Miss Secular Know-it-all?”

“Whoa! I didn’t say that.”

“Then don’t give me a hard time about Catholic school.”

“She may be little, but she is fierce,” I said with a grin. “Y’all want anything from downstairs? A snack? Drinks?”

“A Coke, please,” Wren said.

“A glass of juice,” Christy said. “And maybe some carrots and celery?”

“So, rot your teeth and bunny food. Coming up.”

Christy’s smile lit up, so I stepped into the room and gave her a kiss.

“The best boyfriend ever,” she said.

Wren rolled her eyes.

“Which reminds me…,” Christy said as she turned to her. “What have you been telling him about me?”

“Uh-oh, someone’s in trouble.” I mock-saluted Wren and left her to her fate. Downstairs, I surveyed Trip’s drawings on the dining room table.

“Okay,” he said. “Just need to make sure my proposal matches the revised drawings.”

“No problem. I could use the break, to be honest. Lemme make a snack for the girls and then I’ll join you. Sound good?”

In the kitchen I cut up Christy’s vegetables and then on a whim decided to make dinner roll mini-sandwiches for Wren.

“We’re gonna need these,” I said as I set the plates on the dining room table.

“Yeah, probably. I’ll start some coffee too.” He followed me back into the kitchen.

“Grab a Coke for me,” I said. “And lemme run this up to the girls. Then we’ll tackle your proposal.”

I carried a loaded tray up to my room.

“Thank God you’re here,” Wren said as I appeared in the door. She looked unusually chastised. “Feed her, please!”

“My pleasure.” I slid the tray onto the corner of my desk. “I made a snack for you, too.”

“Oh, I could kiss you!”

“Gotta take care of my two favorite girls.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Christy said as she nabbed the plate of veggies.

She smiled her thanks, and Wren sagged in relief as she took a long drink of Coke.

“Anything else?” I said.