Getting myself off had taken longer than I would have thought.  Perhaps my session with Lisa had worn me out more than I realized.  I also realized I owed Lisa an apology.  Sending her out for food directly after an intense session was not right of me.  Maybe I should have dragged Lisa along with me to the shower first, leaving Anabelle to her own devices.  She had thrown me off my game by showing up so unexpectedly and screaming so dramatically.  So it would have served her right if she had to twiddle her thumbs in the living room while Lisa and I took a shower.  I sighed, realizing what was done, was done.  I would make amends on my knees when Lisa went to take her shower later tonight.<br/><br/>I heard Lisa enter the house and yell,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"> "Hi babe, I'm home!"</span><br/><br/>Before going out to the kitchen to eat, I needed to take care of some business first.  So I dialed my VP,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.themoviedb.org%2Ft%2Fp%2Foriginal%2FjzpxcydjOM1QlOvQD0AdfWdXJDb.jpg&amp;hash=5b00f124e0c30e1d35d64266232af88e" href="https://www.themoviedb.org/t/p/original/jzpxcydjOM1QlOvQD0AdfWdXJDb.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Rachel Landis</a>, getting her on the screen.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)">"This better be important!  Oops!  Sorry boss."</span>She made a quick recovery.  And was looking stunning.<br/><br/>"WOW!  Hot date?"  I replied.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)">"I hope so.  So what's up?"</span><br/><br/>"I need you to take over the running of the business for the next few days.  My daughter has made a surprise visit and I need to make some time for her.  I'll send you a list of clients you need to talk to in the morning."<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)">"I'm on it."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"> </span>Rachel tipped her head to the side and asked,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)">"How is Anabelle?"</span><br/><br/>"Confident, headstrong, and a bit full of herself.  I'm trying to remember if I was that way when I was her age."  I gazed wistfully at Rachel.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)">"Doubtful, given the home life you had growing up.  It's the danger of spoiling her to make up for a deprived childhood of your own. And that's as far as I'm going into family psychology."</span>Rachel had a rough childhood herself, so she knew what I had gone through.<br/><br/>"Well, I won't keep you any longer.  Have a fabulous date!"  I said with a smile.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)">"I better, for all the time I spent getting prepared!"</span>Rachel replied with a snort and a laugh and a wave goodbye.<br/><br/>The truth was that I knew very little about computers.  More than most people, but less than my daughter.  My skill was in bringing together a group of talented people, like Rachel, who knew waaaaaaay more than I did and getting them to work well together.  My degrees were in business and management. Everyone else in the company had computer science degrees.  Though Rachel had a business degree as well.  So when Anabelle started talking streaming channels and channel statistics, was she rubbing it in that she knew more than her mother about computers and the Internet?  Probably!<br/><br/>It was too late in the evening to get dressed and I was too tired to change clothes anyhow.  So I headed to the kitchen in my bathrobe.  Besides, the bathrobe would be easy to slip out of later when I paid my penance to Lisa.