Paul was not a dull man.  Certainly there were aspects of the mind of a teenage girl which he would never grasp, and in many cases their motivations were not his to know, but he knew their body language - he knew that clenching of Celeste's jaw, and the practised manner in which her shrug seemed casual.  Celeste wasn't at ease with this development, but neither was she fighitng against it.  Was that simply her natural compliance - her desire to see peace in her home?  Paul didn't want to have Carlie feel unloved because she didn't share in the physical expressions of it he gave to Celeste, but neither did he want Celeste to feel betrayed.  Turning to his younger daughter, he finally spoke.  "Carlie, can you give Celeste and I a minute to talk?  Now that I understand your feelings, I think I need to know what Celeste thinks before we can decide how to fix this, okay?", he told her in a manner that was as mild and conciliatory as possible.