I think she always had that drill instructor side. It runs in the family. I think she learned to relax that night. She would never be pretty or petite...or graceful, but she was just as good as the other guests fumbling through the new dance steps.Entertainment Tonight—May 26, Monica Parsons reporting.ET: Once again I am with Francine Martel at a wedding in central New Jersey. Francine, a while ago you asked if I wanted to watch you dance Ragtime. You didn't say you would be giving dance. So when the evening in question finally arrived, she had high hopes. After kissing the little one goodbye, and feeling confident, that he was well taken care of, she hurried in to the living room to her waiting husband. He looked stern, and he was standing in the middle of the room, when she entered. Somehow, she felt this might be a different kind of night, she felt her eyes seek the floor, and her cheeks flush, though she couldn’t explain why. ?Kneel?, was the first word out of his mouth, and. Next thing I hear isNanny Rose knocking on the door asking if she could come in and help. Isaid, "Yes please Miss Rose," as she opened the door and walked inclosing the door behind her. She asked me if I was all finished, towhich I said yes ma-am. She then told me to stand up, as she grabbed alarge face clothe and wet it down, asking me to left up my dress &crinoline so she could hold it up for me. She then told me to do mything wiping myself, which I did as best I could, while reaching. "Okay which side of the parking lot to you want to backstop," he asked with a smile."Hell, I'll take the downstream side," I said. "You know there is an upside to this." And that would be?" he asked."I won't have to wear the ski mask all evening since no one is going to see me. I might need to put it on when we leave." I admitting."Whoopee shit," he said. I laughed at his high pitched voice.I could have run the mile back easily, if it weren't for the shotgun I carried. That made it a little.