See you, honey.” John hung up.Lucy wilted; the loan had gone up? She almost fainted. John was coming to her home! Thank god George was out of town o... business.John arrived minutes later; obviously he had called from just around the corner. Lucy was wearing the peach-colored business suit she often wore to school. John just had a red bandanna, black t-shirt and old jeans. He sneered while looking her up and down.“Here take your medicine and let’s go upstairs. I haven’t seen your bedroom yet.”. She swiveled her old-fashioned, wooden chair so that she faced the wall. ‘What do you want, Mr. Watson?’ She’d set herself up again, and I knew I should, but I couldn’t resist. ‘I want you… I want you…’ I paused less for dramatic effect and more this time because my brain stopped functioning. My God she turned so red! She was starting to really look angry… Not quite the fire I was trying to revive, but I’d take it. She tapped her nails impatiently on the arm of her chair and stared down at me.. She was bent over a little and walked with a slower pace more befitting an elderly woman. She rapped on the counter with her knuckles and called out “Darlene, where are you, girl?”Marty was shocked by the reedy sound of her voice. Then she winked at him. His eyes were telling him one story, but his brain was telling him another. This was his Mary. She had changed before his very eyes just as she had the night before. She truly did have magical powers.Darlene appeared and said, “Mary May, what. On this occasion she was very aloof and not wanting much to do with me so I let it go. Over the next few days I became increasingly more and more agitated and finally confronted her. She sat me down and told me that she had gone to a party at a local nightclub during my absence and that she had met two of the other wives from the ship there and that she had basically partied and danced with other guys (all black I found out later on) and had been invited back to an after party at one of the.