My daughter, Rori, and her best friend, Emma, got in my car after exiting the mall and putting their multiple shopping bags in the trunk. "Hi, Mr. Hull!" Emma said in her adorable, chipper voice. "Thanks for letting me sleep over tonight on such short notice." I smiled back at her and Rori. "It's not a problem, you know you're always welcome at my house." I took the chance to give the eighteen year-old a quick look, notic...