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Charlie was sitting in the passenger seat, with her head leaning back wearily on the headrest. She looked pale and worn out.

"How did they know you were in Twin Yucca?" asked Charlie.

"I don't know," sighed Adam, driving away from the house, "someone must have tipped them off."

"Are you really going to fly Melvin down?" she asked.

"I hate to pull him away from his family at Thanksgiving," said Adam, "but we're going to need him."

"Maybe, you could invite Melvin and his family to spend Thanksgiving in Twin Yucca," suggested Charlie.

"Shirley is going to have a special family meal, remember?" reminded Adam.

"Oh, that's right," sighed Charlie. "I completely forgot. Things are happening so quickly, that I'm a little dazed by it all."

"When we get home, maybe you should lie down in the guest room and get some more sleep," suggested Adam.

As they neared Adam's neighborhood, they saw cars and vehicles lining the streets, and even blocking traffic in some places.

"What's going on?" wondered Adam, out loud.

Then they saw the news cameras and the reporters, and to Adam's great astonishment, fans, trying to get a glimpse of the famous Wallace Shipley.

"How did they know where I live?" he groaned.

Reporters and photographers were one thing, but fans were another. As Adam maneuvered his old plumbing van through the crowd, people began to surround them with camera flashes, requests for autographs, and questions that Charlie had difficulty making out, for the clamor was quite loud.

"You don't have to say anything, if you don't want to," Adam whispered to her. "Just try and get inside the house as quickly as you can without breaking into a run."

Poor Chuck was fast becoming belligerent, for large crowds of strange, noisy people were extremely disorienting for him. Thoughtfully, Adam took charge of his future father-in-law, and rapidly ushered him inside the house, with Vera and Charlie following hard on his heels.

It wasn't until the front door had been closed and locked, that Charlie felt as though she could breath a sigh of relief. She was comforted by the fact she was in Adam's house. And best of all, he was here-- not somewhere else in America, in front of a large audience, but here, with people that loved him.

"Chuck can take a nap in my room," offered Adam, leading Chuck to the stairs.

"He can't go up very many steps," warned Charlie. "And with Grandma's hip problem, neither can she."

Adam looked at Charlie a little helplessly.

"We're going to have a problem," he said.

After depositing Chuck on the living room couch, Adam drew her aside and explained.

"Our room will be upstairs," said the musician, "and there's a spare room and then my music room. Downstairs, there's only the living room, the pantry, and the kitchen. If both Vera and Chuck can't go upstairs, where are we going to put them?"

"I hadn't thought of that," replied Charlie. "Maybe, we could put up walls in the living room and turn it into two bedrooms," she suggested.

"Don't forget a bathroom," said Adam.

Charlie looked around, imagining what the layout might look like.

"We're practically going to be living on top of each other, aren't we?" she observed.

"There's not enough room for everyone in this house," said Adam, soberly. "It's strange, but with everything that's been going on, I never even considered this possibility."

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