Not just any mother could have done that.Liz and I were both nervous. It was one thing to go off with our parents, that left us under their protection...and control, well, sort of. But now we were on our own. Only our hostess's parents were around (by consent w were meeting at a girl's house). So, like a lot of girls, we soothed our feelings with clothes.A girl uses her clothes as an emotional release. You brighten yourself up with a new outfit, your dress in severe clothes to get the right frame. Long, 6.5 wide when got to its maximum. Well, it's the moment now to get to the point. As I was returning from the doctor's office -I had an appointment to find a remedy to this calamity or catastrophe- my mom stopped to talk with Mrs. Ofelia and had a long chat with her. I wasn't interested in the conversation so I continued my way home without my mother. As she got home too, I asked what would be the conversation topic up there, and she replied it was a typical conversation among women.. " It's not the restaurant that's making me nervous," Kathy quietly replied.When Kathy gave her name and mentioned that she had a reservation for eight o'clock, the receptionist called the maître d' before Kathy could say she and Jill would wait in the bar until the table became available.Within moments, François was there. Kathy had expected him to be nice to them because of her association with the Wainwright's, but he treated Jill and her exactly the same way he always did when they were with. “How long do we have to wait?” He started with surprise then turned red, cautiously he asked “wait for what?”I answered “The prop.”Dad colored even more as he hesitated, “Oh, yeah. They said it might take another 5 days then asked if we wanted an airlift out of here, they can send a float plane. We would have to leave the boat and come back later for it. What do you think?”I didn't think about his hesitation as I smiled, tossed my damp towel at him and replied “Another five days in paradise.