Free style! That was what I wanted that when we would actually do full contact. Then I would begin to really learn.I had noticed that he had asked me ...o bring my protective gear on Monday. So it was obvious that he expected me to pass. So I came out of the locker room with lots of confidence but also with butterflies in my stomach.The dojo was full. One wall of the dojo had been folded back and a folding bleacher seats rolled out. I saw my Dad sitting on the third row of seats.I had not even. In fact, it looked like we wouldn’t be able to see each other for days before I left. As it turns out, her monthly friend left on Wednesday of that week and I didn’t have to leave until Friday.Kelly texted to give me the good news. At first, we couldn’t seem to find a way to arrange a meeting. Then we both freed up our time so we could meet around 5 pm that Thursday. This, as it turned out, was perfect for us. I had taken all of the extraneous stuff out of my SUV. I put in another blanket. I. It was a young woman. She looked about 20 or younger. She was a really good looking blonde. She didn’t look like she needed a haircut. She said “ I am hoping that you can help me, I couldn’t make it in time for my spa appointment.” I told her “ we are closed, I don’t know what I can do for you.” She pleases and I opened the door. She entered and thanked me. I asked her “ what can I do for you.” She told me that she was headed to a pool party but that she was going to the spa to get a bikini. "Tamara didn't know what to say. She tried to look as nonchalant as she could."A cleaning company?" They were a private home cleaning agency once upon a time. When St. John-Easton acquired the business they were one of countless cleaning agencies that supplied employment to immigrants and asylum seekers, usually women, who were willing to make a living by cleaning the homes of the relatively prosperous. The business took advantage of the low wages such people were willing to accept and provided.