I ran down the hall to the closet where we keep our bath towels. Grabbing the top towel, I rushed it back to the living room. Freckles eyed me with distrust as I approached. I knew she wasn’t going to enjoy this drying experience, and I was going to wind up on her “bad” list for quite some time. Well, I thought, she seems to really like my son. Maybe I’ll make him the bad guy for once. I turned and thrust the towel into his hands.