Now this particular feeling would happen only twice. Once for Melissa and once for me. The event I am about to describe, will give you a hint about wh...t this feeling would eventually do for me.Melissa and I were sat on a bench, sipping down some milkshakes, Melissa telling me how she finally convinced her dad to allow her to change University. She had to promise to give her first child, the same name as her grandfather, sucker. In addition, we would get ourselves a house to rent for our three. We filed out of the house and split up between my car and Jessica’s car, for the drive to the church that Sharice’s dad pastored. It took about twenty minutes to get there, and we found a very crowded church parking lot, swarming with people.“I don’t mean to sound this way,” Elyse asked. “But are we the only white folks here?”“Probably,” I said. “This is a black gospel church, and Gerald Brown once commented to me that a lot of whites refused to do business with him on account of race. This. I’ll probably have to get more gas tomorrow, the way that generator’s sucking it up. I can pick some up then.” That seemed to pacify her for a minute. Then: “Is there running water in this dump?” “I can turn on the pump,” Jake said. “There’s a sink and a tub in there.” He pointed to the lavatory. “Is it all right if I take a bath?” “The water’ll be cold, but knock yourself out.” Jake took his foot out of the bucket and gimped over to flick the wall switch for the pump. Mrs. Periwinkle went. "Karen's meeting us there." Oh Shit!" Rang though my mind as I squirmed nervously."She phoned me last night and said if I got you into a dress she wouldbe there until lunch time and I was to bring you in to show her." And more importantly it's somewhere private enough." Her hand tappedthe bag on my knee. "For me to get your 38c mastectomy prostheses onyou!" Morning Carol, who's your friend?" The security guard on receptionsaid as we walked in. "Ms. K said you might be in this morning." Thanks.