Chloe and I don't talk on the phone much any more, and she doesn't e-mail as often, but she almost never communicates with Steve because he's not here when she calls and he doesn't quite know what to make of The E-mail that all the kids are talking about these days. In fact, he just asked if I was "still e-mailing Chloe" because if I hadn't sent "it" yet he'd add something to the end of it. I told him that it doesn't cost more to send a separate message or 80 separate messages.
So she sent him a real letter telling him that she misses him and that she appreciates him even more after living in a somewhat male-chauvinist society. Now he's a whimpering mush head. He's on his third reading of the letter in two hours and said he's going to reread it all night and probably sleep with it under his pillow. Then he saw my blog on the monitor with the picture of CC right below the picture of Chloe at the beach. I had to scrape him off the floor after that. She wanted to know if he was still going to make her school lunch for her next year. He told me to tell her that he'd make it for her even if she was a divorced mother of five who moved back home. She's lucky that one of us is a nice guy.