“You’ve made quite an impression on both my parents, Fox.” That familiar odd expression crossed her face. “Have I? I haven’t even said anything.” “It doesn’t matter. They like the looks of you.” He didn’t seem pleased. “Ah.” They watched his mother play relative competitive tennis with her friends. Jay’s father joined them as lunch time neared and he chuckled. “She’s ruthless, my wife.” Pause. “Look at her! Trudy is hardly keeping up…” An imposing elderly man announced lunch and the audience of three stood up. “Gwyneth!” Jay’s mother dropped a gentle serve which bounced out uncontested. She turned toward the group of the patio. “Lunch, my dear.” With that he held out his arm to Karen and said, “Son, I’m sure your godmother wants to smother you with kisses. Karen- they’re all dyin
