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   THE ENCLAVE



   PROLOGUE



   Ruth sighed quietly to herself as the kids chattered incessantly in the
backseat of the Taurus.  Kim, her 11-year-old daughter was exercising as
much patience as was possible with the shenanigans of Danny, her
10-year-old brother.  Little Dee, only 6, was constantly switching sides in
the petty sibling war of words and backseat turf.  Ruth tried her best to
block out the commotion.

   It hadn't been easy since the split with her husband after his dalliance
with a younger woman came to light...and although she had resisted divorce
for the sake of the kids, Sam's verbal and physical abuse grew more
threatening, to the point that divorce was a necessity.

   During her divorce, she retained the services of a female attorney who
had gotten her a decent one-time settlement and a small monthly income. 
Now it was time to restart her life and that was why she was driving
through Central America on her way to an Island off the coast of Venezuela.

   She had first heard about the ENCLAVE from May, her attorney.  At first
she was frightened by the idea of uprooting herself and her children and
creating from scratch a new life in a strange place--and the place where
she was heading with her kids was a strange, strange place indeed.  At
first she couldn't quite believe what May was telling her, then she was
appalled.  But as the two got closer through the course of the divorce
proceedings, she began to open to the idea and accepted an invitation from
May to visit the ENCLAVE for a day.  Although she felt sure that the women
there may have been hiding some things from her, she liked the rustic
comfort of the place and the philosophy behind it all tickled it's way into
her brain.

   As night neared and the kids grew increasingly restless, she pulled the
Taurus off the narrow highway and found a small motel.  With her best High
School Spanish, she rented a room.  Kim helped her move in the luggage
while little Dee hung on to her mother's leg, groggy from the long drive.
Danny, on the other hand, ran straight for the swimming pool--but finding
it half empty of water and filthy, ran into the room bumping past Ruth and
cursing.  Ruth saw a glimpse of her ex-husband at his worse in her young
son, and the thought made her cringe.  She steeled herself against
disciplining him, knowing it would do no good.  And she sighed with near
contentment that she had made the right decision in moving her brood to the
ENCLAVE.

   After the kids had bathed and gone to bed, Danny whining as usual, Ruth
stepped outside into the warm evening and lit a cigarette.  In the peace
and quiet of this little Central American town, she remembered her first
visit to the ENCLAVE.

   PART ONE



   She had arrived about mid morning and was greeted at the pier by a
striking woman in her early thirties who introduced herself as Ann.

   "You must be Ruth.  I've been expecting you."

   "Thank you, I've been looking forward to this visit."

   Ann took Ruth by the arm and the two walked slowly to the reception
area, chatting like old friends about the flight and the boat ride.  Ann
invited Ruth to sit across from her at a picnic table near the docks, then
sat herself and spoke.

   "I understand our May was responsible for bringing you to us."

   "Yes.  She was my attorney in my divorce, and we became pretty close
friends before it was over."

   "May is a great woman.  What has she told you about us?"

   "Well," Ruth hesitated a moment, "she told me the ENCLAVE is a refuge
for women who have been undervalued...a place to restore self-esteem."

   Ann smiled.

   "She described it wonderfully as a commune of women--some mothers, some
not--who share everything and live to build each other up in celebration of
femininity."

   Ann smiled again.  "May always had a way with words.  May I ask you a
few questions?"

   "Of course." Ruth was relieved the interview had gone from essay
questions to a simple quiz.

   "I understand you have three children...can you tell me about them?"

   "My Kim is the oldest...eleven and a few months.  She's a sweet child,
very loving and well behaved...a little shy and unsure of herself.  I guess
that's what happens to little girls."

   "In the old world, certainly.  But not here!" Ann interrupted.

   Ruth smiled.  "I think the divorce has hurt her.  She is angry at her
father, but still loves him and wishes things were back to normal."

   "She just doesn't yet understand the nature of the male of the species
yet...give her time, and she will be fine here."

   "I hope so." Ruth smiled quietly.  "Danny is my middle child.  He's
ten."

   Ann interrupted.  "We'll talk about him in a moment...what about your
other child, another girl?"

   "Dee is six.  A sweetheart.  Loves puppies and all kinds of animals. 
Smart as a whip."

   "She sounds wonderful.  Six is such a good age to begin a life here. 
Open to all sorts of new things, not yet beaten down by the old world's
foolish notions.  I hope very much to meet her."

   Ruth felt from Ann the same warmth and self-confident glow that emanated
from her friend May, and she grew to like this woman.

   "OK, now tell me about the boy."

   "Danny is very much like my ex-husband...even looks like him.  That can
be charming at times, but he also has his dad's temper and irritability. 
It's not that he's a bad boy, but he seems to have no sense that what he
does hurts people's feelings.  I try to discipline him, but he just laughs
at me.  It's very frustrating, but I do love him.  I am not quite sure what
to do with him."

   Ann looked silently at Ruth until she finished her bit about Danny. 
"Ruth, do you realize you have spent more time telling me about the boy
than you have telling me about your two daughters combined?"

   Ruth blushed a bit.  "Yes, I suppose I have."

   "Is it any wonder Kim seems a little left out of life?  We don't want
the same to happen to Dee, do we?"

   Ruth thought long about how to answer, trying to defend herself, but
finally admitted that she did not want her daughter's to feel left out of
life and her affections.

   Ann continued.  "As for the boy, should you decide to come to us, you
may bring him or leave him with his father as you wish.  If you leave him
with his father, he will, of course only mature into the same kind of man.
If you bring him to us, he will learn a new way of thinking and in the end
will be quite content here."

   Ruth sat quietly, considering for the first time that her kids may not
all come with her.

   Ann interjected, "I have to tell you, though, that if you decide to
bring him...well, that's not a decision easily undone.  I hope you
understand that."

   Ruth nodded.

   "As for the girls, everything here is designed to bring out their
talents and personalities.  Should you decide to come here, I can guarantee
you they will love it.  The school is magnificent, the athletics and play
facilities are top notch...everything is geared for their happiness."

   "I must admit, it sounds wonderful, and the place is gorgeous!"

   "Let's have some lunch...are you hungry?"

   "Famished."

   The two walked together from the docks, down a small residential lane.
Each small cabin was fitted with an electricity-generating windmill and on
each roof and many of the upper vertical facings were photo-voltaic cells
to harness the abundant sunlight.

   They stopped at an unoccupied cabin and peeked inside briefly.  Ann
pointed out the general layout...each cabin was similar.  In the front, a
family common room, to the side, an eat-in kitchen.  Behind the common room
was a single bathroom and a short hallway which led to one to three
bedrooms.  Ruth saw that they were simple, modestly-sized, but comfortable.


   Ann led her around to the back and showed her the outdoor shower room
and adjoining open-air jacuzzi-style tub.  She explained that this was the
standard arrangement, but that an option was a combination shower-room and
sauna.  Ruth gasped briefly as a small lizard darted up the outside wall of
the shower.

   Ann laughed softly.  "You'll get used to them.  They are harmless, and
help keep down the insect population." She then pointed out the
photo-voltaic cells on the awning which partially sheltered the bathing
area and the small shed which contained the utilites for the cabin.

   "There is enough electricity generated on-site to assist the solar
collectors in heating water, to operate the lights, ceiling fans,
refridgerator and the de-humidifier.  Even though this is the tropics, the
construction and arrangment of the cabins is designed to keep things cool.
Yes...it's a bit warmer inside than you may be used to, but everybody
acclimates."

   "Beyond that, you may have to make choices.  Do I use the mcrowave or
the hairdryer?  It's pretty simple, and nobody lacks power if they plan
things decently.  We don't have a central grid for the residences.  So it's
learning to live with that...but...no powerlines and ugly cables."

   "You know, I hadn't even noticed.  Very nice" Ruth commented.

   Just at the end of the lane, there was a square.  On the side of the
square facing the docks were the administrative buildings.  Around the
square to the right after a left turn was the school.  Opposite the school,
a short road led to what was clearly a recreation area.  Ruth could see a
large swimming area beyond it a stable with a riding track.

   Another left turn took them to a street set aside for common buildings.
A theatre/meeting hall, two churches, an a small number of smaller
buildings.  Running perpendicular to this side of the square was a road
which led into what looked like a smaller adminstrative area, beyond which
Ruth could see more cabins.

   Another left turn led to a street devoted to eateries and small
businesses.  Ruth noticed a bookstore, a video rental outlet, an internet
shop and some other places.  The road leading off this side went into the
mountains and seemed to have its own flavor.

   The entire tour had been rather easily walked and Ruth was impressed by
the spaciousness built into the convenience of this 'downtown' area.

   Finally Ann led her down a small lane into the interior of the square.
It was a lovely garden and playground flanked by two buildings.  One was a
greenhouse, the other a community dining hall.  Ann took her by the hand
and led her inside.

   The first thing Ruth noticed about the dining room was its beautiful,
yet simple décor.  The next thing she noticed were the small groups of
women sitting around large tables made for 6 or 8 people.  Scurrying from
table to table were several young male waiters giving impeccable service.
The women were dressed in a variety of garbs from simple street wear, to
bathing suits, to long robes.  The waiters were uniformed in simple cotton
robes which came down to their knees.

   "Ruth, this is the communal dining hall.  Most of us like to eat here at
least once or twice a day, but in all the cabins is a kitchen should you
decide to dine in.  If you like such things, you are free to cook here for
as many as you like, but the cooks are well-trained and do their best to
satisfy."

   "Sounds WON-derful!"

   "Of course, the menu is small, but varied.  Today we have two choices of
salad, fresh fruit, and a choice of Swedish meatballs, Thai chicken, or
vegetable lasagna.  What sounds good?"

   Ruth ordered the Thai chicken and a green salad.  The waiters were quiet
and unobtrusive and the meal was a delight.  Several of the women present
made a point of stopping by the table and introducing themselves...a more
beautiful and pleasant group of women she had rarely seen.

   After lunch, Ann led Ruth to the recreation area.  There was an Olympic
sized pool, several smaller pools and hot tubs, an exercise room, tennis
courts, volleyball, several ping pong tables and beyond she caught a
glimpse of a stable and some horses.

   "Oh my!  The girls will love the horses!" Ruth giggled.

   Ann led Ruth inside a pavilion adjacent to the recreation areaand showed
her the theatre, the bowling lanes, the dance studio and musical rehearsal
rooms.  Ruth was astounded at the wealth, yet simplicity of the place.

   "I suppose you want to see the school now?"

   "Of course."

   "Ruth, I feel I must tell you that this is the part of the tour
that...well...concerns most new visitors at first.  You must promise me
that if you have any reservations or questions that you will discuss them
with me openly, ok?"

   Ruth looked at her slightly puzzled, but agreed.

   After a short return to the school, a cluster of small, simple
buildingsand one large one.  As Ann led her though the courtyard, Ruth
peeked into several of the classrooms.  Bright and colorful, each was clean
and buzzed with excited activity.  The girls seemed eager to learn from a
glance.  In the last couple of classrooms she noticed standing politely by
the teacher's desk three boys of various ages, all dressed in the same
short robes she had seen the waiters wearing at the dining room.  The girls
were in street clothes, including some of the latest youth fashions from
Europe and the States.  Ann led Ruth into the headmistress's office, and
after a brief wait while the headmistress organized her papers, Ruth sat
down opposite her desk with Ann seated to her right.

   "I'm very pleased to meet you, Ruth.  My friend May spoke very highly of
you." smiled the headmistress.  "My name is Bette, and I came here a little
less than a year ago, a little bewildered as you must be."

   Ruth smiled.  "Yes, it's all very nice...much nicer than I expected, in
fact."

   "We take great pride in our home and strive to make it the best place to
live we can." She suddenly took on a more earnest look.  "Ruth, I need to
tell you a little bit about how the ENCLAVE operates.  The more you know
now, the easier it will be for you to decide it we are right for you. 
Leaving everything you've ever known is a scary step to make, and to come
into a place whose very existence is based on a philosophy quite different
from any you may have encountered in the past is a scary thought...I well
remember."

   "You are quite right, but I have had many conversations with May about
the ENCLAVE, and how I and the children might fit in here.  If I wasn't at
least intrigued with the idea, I wouldn't have come here at all."

   Bette smiled.  "I will tell you how the school operates, I will leave
the other details to Ann and the ENCLAVE councel."

   "In our schools, like schools everywhere, we strive to instill the
values and skills necessary for a happy life in the society we are trying
to build together.  Each has a role in that society, and the sooner one
discovers one's place, the sooner happiness can come.  Of course, we
recognize that many of our students may wish to return to the outside
society, and as such, we strive to inculcate in them the values and skills
they will need to make successful lives outside our little oasis of reason.
Ours is, to put it frankly, a revolutionary work.  Our goal is to overcome
the evils of the past...man-made wars, famine, disease, the subjugation of
natural leadership and the replacement of that natural leadership with
artificial government and twisted role-playing.  Instead we wish to
reinvent a society with a different model of the place each individual
holds within it.  We wish to reinstall the natural and collaborative
leadership of women.  We wish to dignify the better aspects of the feminine
gender and the school exists to bring this dream to reality." Bette paused
and smiled.  "How does all this sound to you?"

   "It all sounds fascinating."

   "Ruth, here your girls will receive the finest education available
anywhere.  I am quite sure they will be very happy."

   "And what about Danny?"

   Bette retrieved a page from the small stack of papers before her.

   "The boy is a C-student?"

   "Yes.  He's bright, but unmotivated.  And the divorce has kept him
pre-occupied.  His counsilor thinks he can do better."

   Bette sat silently for a moment.  "I think we will go ahead and enroll
him, if that is your wish.  In our little society, we strive to eliminate
the temptation of power and greed from the young male in order that he may
better fit in to our society and into the world we wish to create.  Most of
our mother's prefer the boy is at least able to read and write and do basic
math...if that is your wish, we will honor it.  Some prefer a more
extensive education, and as long as Danny behaves in an appropriate manner,
shows some aptitude, and thus earns the privilege, all available help will
be given to you to further his education.  Why are you smiling, Ruth?"

   "It's nothing...it's just that nobody has ever used the name Danny and
the word `behave' in the same sentence."

   Bette chuckled, "You see?  He's already a little corrupted.  But it's
almost certainly not too late for him.  I think he will fit in nicely,
should you decide to bring him."

   "Thank you."

   "Don't mention it...if you have any further questions, please don't
hesitate to ask."

   As Ann and Ruth left the office, the girls were pouring out of the
classrooms, laughing and running to the playgrounds.  The boys, much fewer
in number, stood by silently.  Some handed out playground equipment, others
just stood and watched.  They seemed more subdued, calmer, more content
even than her Danny did...and certainly more polite.

   The next visit was to the council headquarters.  The temporary head
councilwoman was a neat grandmotherly type who explained that her
application had to be accepted by the council and by referedum.  If she
were accepted, she and her family would be assigned a resident counselor
with whom they would live for a time, and would be responsible for leading
her into her new life.  After that, they would be given a freshly built
cabin.

   "Ruth, " the councilwoman continued, "There are some things you need to
know about how the ENCLAVE operates in a way that is sustainable.  First,
everybody who comes here must bring either capital or a specialized skill
which will benefit our work.  I don't see anything in your resume that
indicates you have such a skill.

   Ruth blushed slightly.

   "Not to worry.  We're talking about professions...doctors, nurses,
teachers, engineers.  We have some of all of those who didn't recieve
invitations on those merits because we simply didn't need that expertise at
the time.  Your value here will be determined by you...not what you can do.

   Ruth relaxed visibly.

   "But, we cannot sustain this work without a commitment--and I mean in
your case, a financial commitment--to it.  In black and white terms...what
you will recieve if you are accepted is a comfortable place to live, a
high-quality education for your children, coninued education for yourself,
and the company, oppurtunity and sisterhood of our people." She stopped and
scribbled on a piece of paper, scooting it across the desk to Ruth.  "Does
this sound like something you can commit too?"

   Ruth took the paper.  The sum written on it was lower than she might
have presumed...quite a bit lower.  "I have to tell you, this is not as
much as I'd feared.  I'd be happy to commit to this."

   The woman smiled.  "The second thing I need to talk with you about is
what you want to do for work.  In black and white terms, just as it is
anywhere, you need to have something to do to provide your family with the
basics of life.  Food here is cheap.  We don't have a lot of luxuries.  We
try as best we can to be self-sufficient.  But we don't use 'foreign' money
here as individuals.  If I told you what an hour's pay is, you'd go
screaming out the door...but if I told you that a 20-hour work week would
earn you more than enough to feed your family, enjoy unfettered access to
community entertainment and recreation, and enable you many small comforts
you would have a better understanding of our life here."

   "You've seen a few businesses today on your walk, yes?  I can tell you
that none of them are 'for profit'.  All of the outlay required to open
those businesses was provided by our collective because we determined we
wanted such an establishment.  The business managers are women who came to
us with that experience, or developed that capability while here.  An
average meal for four at one of our little cafes would cost you what you
earn in a half hour working.  Can McDonalds say the same?" she smiled.

   "No." Ruth replied, laughing softly.

   "Ruth, as best I can explain it shortly, we are a third-world socialist
economy without the hunger and inequality.  We're like those long-vanished
small towns in the US...the pay is low, but so is the cost of living.  We
don't have everything, but we have everything we need.  The business aren't
open 24/7, but everybody from manager to worker has time to pursue
happiness instead of money."

   Ruth found herself charmed and inspired.

   "What do you think you'd like to do when you come here?  Do you see
yourself as a business-woman?  A craftswomen?  A worker?"

   Ruth thoughtfully answered, "I like to garden, and I'm quite good at it.
I am also a decent painter and artist, but I don't expect I could make a
living at it."

   "If a gardening position is not available, would you be willing to take
other work?"

   "Yes."

   "Regardless of whether you make your living at it, we encourage you to
spend your free-time engaging in any pursuit that brings you pleasure and
happiness.  Many of us garden on our own lots.  We also have a small common
garden for both vegetables and flowers run by a collective.  I am sure you
would be quite happy working with them.  As for art?  No...I think we are
too small a town to support artists full-time, but you mustn't let that
stop you from pursuing it for art's sake.  There are several women and
girls here who barter thier creations for something they value."

   Smiles all around.

   "Well, I think we are finished here unless you have questions?"

   "I'll have thousands later, I'm sure."

   "Then the next thing I should tell you is that there is a membership
meeting scheduled in three weeks.  Ann here is to be your advocate.  We
have a good report from May.  I cannot say for certain, but I don't foresee
a problem.  I recommend you return home and at least begin preparations. 
The new school term will be starting shortly after you would be arriving."

   "It was very nice to meet you, Ruth.  The very best of luck to you."



   Part One B



   Ruth had thought often about that day in the ENCLAVE and had confided in
May her fears and apprehensions.  The notice of acceptance from the council
But with May's help, she had overcome her reservations, and now with
increasing gladness, she looked forward to the time she and the kids would
arrive.

   She flicked her cigarette butt into the dimly lit parking lot, and went
inside to an exhausted sleep.

   The next morning, she took the bags and the kids and turned in the
rental car to board a bus which would take them to a sea side village.  Kim
and Dee delighted in the unusual scenery.  Danny, on the other hand, either
moped or bothered the other passengers.  He even went so far as to make fun
of an old woman seated across the aisle from him, and to taunt the poor
children who sold food and newspapers through the windows at the various
stops.  Ruth was thoroughly embarrassed by his behavior, and her
embarrassment turned quickly to anger.  She apologized for him to anybody
who would listen, and vowed to herself that he would never embarrass her
again.

   When the bus reached the village, she took a taxi to the docks and was
greeted by the same Venezuelan woman who had ferried her to the ENCLAVE at
her last visit.  From there it was a two hour trip, and the kids all seemed
to enjoy it, even Danny...who's eyes bugged at the sight of dolphins riding
the wake.  He could be sweet if he wanted, but her sense of embarrassment,
frustration and anger didn't diminish.

   Ann and a pre-teenage boy in the short cotton robes met them at the
Pier. Ann greeted Ruth warmly, and the exhausted mother introduced her
children to Ann.  Ann spoke warmly to the girls, then told Danny to help
the other boy with the bags.  Danny looked at her sharply, but the woman
wouldn't budge, so he huffed and picked up a couple of suitcases and
followed the silent slightly older boy as they all walked to the reception
area.

   "Why don't we get you all settled in first." suggested Ann.  "There will
be time to look around later."

   Ruth smiled.  "That is a wonderful idea.  We are all exhausted."

   "Have they chosen who will be our sponsor?"

   Ann smiled.  "You're looking at her!"

   "Wonderful!  But I hope we won't be too much trouble."

   "Don't be silly.  I enjoy greeting new people.  The kids and I have
everything arranged for you."

   Ann drove a large golf cart to a cluster of nice-sized cottages not far
from the pier.  "I'm sorry, but the girls are at their swimming lesson. 
But Andy will help you get settled."

   Ruth recognized the name now.  Andy was Ruth's boy...an attractive
twelve-year-old.

   "Andy, help Ruth and the girls put their things away, then have the boy
help you with lunch.  Your sisters will be back soon." Andy said, "Yes,
Ma'am." Ruth was impressed with his politeness.  She glanced at her
daughter, and could clearly see Kim was impressed too...and not just at his
demeanor, but at his good looks.

   Ann invited Ruth and the girls to sit at the table.  Danny tried to join
them, but Ann firmly put her hand on his shoulder and told him to help Andy
with the bags.  Danny looked quite perturbed...not just at the order, but
at the fact it was given to him by a strange woman.  Ann firmed her grip on
his shoulder, squeezing at the pressure point until Danny squirmed away and
headed in the right direction.  He tried to strike up a bit of conversation
with the odd boy, but Andy didn't speak to him other than to quietly enlist
his help in getting the bags to the proper rooms.  Ruth smiled as her
recalcitrant son took up a bag and followed Andy to the girls' rooms.  She
longed to be able to control him as well as Ann had...to make him into
someone she could be proud of.

   Ann chattered cheerfully with the girls, asking them about their hobbies
and telling them all the things they would be able to do at the ENCLAVE. 
"You've certainly come at a good time!  The school is on holiday for the
rest of the week...teacher's meetings and such." Then to Ruth, "I've made
an appointment with the girl's principal to meet your girls tomorrow
afternoon.  We'll get them registered today.  You and I should meet with
the HeadMistress today about Mr.  Danny too."

   Ruth agreed.  Andy returned to the dining area and began to lay out
plates and utensils.  Danny watched him, puzzled and a bit disgusted.

   Soon the voices of two girls could be heard chattering outside, and two
sets of footsteps climbing the wooden steps outside the door.  The door
opened and in walked two smiling, beautiful young girls.  Ann introduced
her daughters who were both still damp from their swim.  Missy was the
older, a pert thirteen-year-old with long dark brown ringlets and
blue-green eyes.  She wore a red bikini, her tanned midriff was slender and
flat.  Her little breasts were the size of half-lemons and stood high and
firm behind the small red patches of cloth.  Amanda was the younger, a
slender ten-year-old with shorter, straighter, lighter hair.  She wore a
blue one-piece bathing suit which clung to her slender torso.  Two
marshmallow lumps pushed the wet, clingy material from her slender chest.
Two slim, sturdy legs, tanned and moist, supported her pre-adolescent,
almost boyish frame.

   Ann made the introductions, and the girls dried themselves and sat at
the table, friendly, but a little shy.  Andy went straightway to work,
pouring the beverages, and laying out a platter of cold cuts and condiments
and a plate of homemade bread.  Danny reached for the back of a chair,
attempting to pull it out and make room for himself, but Ann lightly
gripped his little wrist and stared him down sternly.

   "Who's the boy?" asked Missy.  "And why is he dressed like a girl?"
giggled Amanda, finishing the question.  All three of Ruth's kids were
puzzled by that remark.  After all, Danny was dressed like any normal
ten-year-old boy in the states.  While the girls were quick to join the
giggling (even though they didn't quite get the joke) Danny was strangely
embarrassed.

   "Quiet now girls.  We're going to fix Mr.  Danny up in a short while. 
Meanwhile, why don't you show the girls your rooms.  After the meeting at
school, you can take them down to the recreation area.  I understand Kim is
a pretty good horseback rider."

   "Cool!" piped Amanda, obviously having found a soulmate in the love of
horses.

   The four girls finished lunch and retired to the back of the cabin.  Kim
glanced back briefly at Andy to see if he was coming, but the boy stood
quietly against the wall, his hands politely behind his back, so she
quickly caught up with the others.  As the mothers talked quietly, the
sound from the girls' room became louder and less subdued.  Before long,
they were giggling loudly, and the mothers smiled and relaxed.

   "Andy, that was a good lunch.  Well done." Ann stated rather flatly. 
The boy smiled.  "You and Danny may eat now, but no talking.  Miss Ruth and
I are going to take Dee, Kim and the boy for thier school meetings.  You go
to Mistress Rebecca's.  When we get back, I will be counting on you to help
make Danny's adjustment into our home a little easier."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Do you remember everything we talked about?"

   "Yes ma'am."

   "Good boy.  Now you two finish up while Ruth and I wash our hands and
faces."

   Ruth accompanied Ann into her room and bath.  "How do you do that?" she
asked.

   "Do what?"

   "Make your son behave so well..."Ruth giggled, "...and mine too, for
that matter."

   Ann smiled.  "Boys are easy.  Once you understand their little minds,
know what makes them tick, learn and consistently apply the proper
techniques, they're licked.  And when they know their place, they're happy.
It's girls that are difficult.  When they misbehave, how do you determine
whether it is useful, necessary rebellion in order to practice their own
self-identity or dangerous and stubborn?  You have to be very careful with
girls...especially here since we expect so much from them.  But we
recognize the experimentation of childhood and adolescence as necessary,
even if it is also irritating to good order."

   "I have to tell you, Ann.  I am so looking forward to this and I hope
all of us fit in well."

   "I have great faith you will.  Girls!  Take Andy over to Miss Rebecca's.
We're going to the orientation now." Ann cajoled.  She took hold of Danny's
collar and nudged him along.