It was noon on Sunday before I heard any sign of movement from Genevieve's bedroom. She sauntered down to the kitchen looking relaxed and refreshed.
"Do ya know what I enjoy most about your house?" she asked.
I tried to think of what it could be?
"You always have magazines for me to read."
Wha....is that it?
"I can't remember the last time I could spend the morning in bed reading a current magazine, without someone clambering all over me."
"Whoa. Too much information I don't really need to know what yourself and Vincent get up to on a Sunday morning!!!"
"I meant the kids."