Flag-waver’s daughter, but she’d let her standards down for anyone.Florist’s daughter, but she had the best tulips in town.Fruit vendor’s daug...ter, but she certainly had a pail.Ganger’s daughter, but she knew the fettlers length.Garageman’s daughter, but she didn’t like the smell of benzols!Gravedigger’s daughter, but anyone cadaver.Gravedigger’s daughter, but she liked lying under the sod.Green grocer’s daughter, but her melons were the juiciest in town!Insurance broker’s daughter, but all the. Katie, on the other hand, was a babe. I guess I hadn't really noticed it because I was so close to her, but over the last couple of years her body had really changed. I remember the first time I noticed her as a "girl" rather than as "Just Katie". We were sitting under a tree in the pasture, each of us reading a book and she stood up to stretch. The sun was going down and was behind her. Suddenly I could see through the thin cotton shirt she was wearing. Her arms were up over her head and her. Her mouth was widely opened seemed so unbelievable. But in couple seconds, her shock face turned into a big warm smile and said “Oh, Terry, I was thinking of you, what a coincidence!” I couldn’t say a word at that moment, because my attention was so captured by the image in front of me that I didn’t find any of my extra attention could be paid for my speech or thinking. My aunt Venus was standing in front of me with a silver silk night gown. It was so thin that I thought I could see her. Directly across and one house to the right, live the Margraves. Franklin, senior partner in the law firm, Shane, O'Shea, Margrave and Hampton, indeed a mouthful I suppose for the poor receptionist. Heather. Hmmm. A well preserved fifty-something with a set of Hindenburg hooters. She has that classic burlesque-queen, pin-up girl figure of a by gone era. Heather spends her days on various activities, there is the garden club, the country club with the four-maybe five-glasses of wine lunches.