"Carl raised his hands as if to surrender. "Sorry, Ben. I wasn't casting any aspersions. It's just not what I expected we'd be discussing over lunch. ...nd it was a bit of a shock, Kelly being with you."Kelly was looking from one of us to the other and her relief was self-evident. Moments earlier she had been afraid that Carl and I would end up brawling in the restaurant."If it's any consolation, Carl, Kelly had no inkling, whatsoever, that we were meeting you for lunch and is probably just as. You don't mind, doyou?"As she asked that, she held up my stiff peepee, poured the lotion on itand began to rub it up and down. "Do you mind?" she asked.I couldn't answer, because all of a sudden I had a feeling I'd neverknown all over my body. I couldn't even catch my breath. Suddenly,Auntie Mame stopped."Well, we mustn't get carried away, Patricia!" she said, leading meinto a bedroom. "This is where you'll be living. Do you like it?"She reached into the bureau drawer and pulled out some lacy. "Arnele turned her head and smiled. "And good morning to you!"Michael felt his heart skip. Oh, brother."I hope you saw the coffee," Arnele said, re-positioning herself on the bicycle's seat. "Another ten minutes here followed by a shower and I'm treating myself to a second cup."Michael stepped through the door. "I wanted to say hi first." Well, mi casa and all that. Didn't you see the note?" She adjusted a knob on a panel in front of her. The music, coming from sources Michael could not. They were barely aware of her. She had heard a story once. It was never written down. Most believed it a sin. She was not certain it was a sin, but she knew her god’s will. If she suffered perdition for it, and her son was born tainted, still she would conceive him. Women speak of certain things only to other women, things that occur in the mud houses, their shelters from the sun. It is how she had heard the story. The woman looked again at the man. Her face displayed her resolve, and she moved.