“Is she here yet?”
“No, Mom. That was just Dad on the porch.”
“Has he got the hot tub running? Remind him, Wendy, Okay?”
She slouched off into the backyard. Her parents loved that hot tub. They thought of it as some sort of family ritual. For Wendy it was just one more way for her mom to embarrass her about her body. A sort of belated hippie, she wanted her daughter not to have any hang-ups about sex.