I could concentrate on adding a couple of hundred bucks to the bank every month, and call it profit from my worm business.After the closing on Friday ...fternoon, I went to the bank where I had all my accounts. For the first time in years I went to speak to a loan officer. The bank was about to close when we finished our business. He looked over the information I gave him before he said anything.“Mr. Rollins, I see no reason why we can’t give you an eight year mortgage. The payments on that would. "How are my boys?" she gushed.Elaine didn't answer her mother's greeting and walked over to place dishes in the sink. She began to clean them when the telephone rang."Hello," she answered.It was John.After listening for a minute, Elaine's face turned solemn. "Really. It can't be that important. You're been gone for almost three weeks already."Sandra turned from the boys and looked at her daughter. She knew that John was telling her that he wasn't coming home this week as planned.Elaine slammed. This was followedup by a matching bright red, long lasting lipstick that matched his nailcolor. Tim's head spun and his long eyelashes fluttered as Madgeapplied the creamy red lipstick to his pouting lips in broad heavystrokes. She finished by dabbing his lips with a tissue.A blusher came next, a strong powdered rouge that added to the classic,vintage look of the proper lady, the proper "housewife" of the 1950's.Smiling at her accomplishment, Madge put the brush down and began with afinishing. The wrinkles gave it a permanent frown adding to the first impression that it might be in a bad mood. Tentatively, Jon stuck out his hand to stroke the dog's shoulders. The mal-tempered looking face turned to watch the hand, looking as if it really wanted to separate it at the wrist. Jon hesitated until Barbie, for that is what he thought her name might be, convinced him it was okay, he wouldn't bite. He stroked the animal, amazed at the softness of its fur and the warmth that the dog radiated..