His father, from what she could tell from this distance, was tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a pair of cut-offs.

Also, she could see the small figure of a little girl running about and laughing. She gazed hard at the small girl, startled. It looked almost as if the child were naked. But Karen knew that couldn't be. She looked very hard to be certain, but could not tell.

She sat and watched the family, sipping her beer, wishing there were some way she could join them without appearing pushy. She warned to be near Devon, to wink at him and look at the front of his shorts. She knew it would be a dangerous game with his parents there, but she enjoyed the young boy… or any young boy for that matter.

She was thinking of going inside the motor home and fixing herself a sandwich when she noticed Devon coming toward her.

"Hi, Karen," he said as he came close. "Wanna come over and have a beer with my folks?"

"I don't know, Devon," she said. "They may not want an outsider joining in the family meal."

"They asked me to come over here," he said. "Mom and Dad would like you to have a beer with them."

"They did?"

"Sure," he took her hand. "Come on and meet them. They're swell."

"Well, if they asked," she replied, setting her bottle down on the step of the motor home.

Devon kept hold of her hand they walked the distance.

His father stood up as they approached. He held out his hand to her, smiling. "HI, I'm Stan Holmes. This is my wife, Susan. Over there is Pamie, our daughter. And of course you know Devon."

"I'm Karen Shone," she said, taking his hand. It was a strong hand. "Hello, all. It's very nice of you to ask me to join you."

"Would you like a cold beer, Karen?" Susan asked. "Or would you prefer something stronger?"