Tammy passed over to me, "I told her ... You know ... Privately ... Just like I'm doing to you now."I felt, "Gee, you'll have to teach me that."Immedi...tely I got a soft, yet direct answer, "It will happen in due time. For now," she offered, "Let's concentrate on helping Kim adjust."Later I'll help you how to work out the private conversation and private thought thing."Casually thinking directly of her I thought, "Thank you," and got the reply, "That's a start."Oh," she added, "You're welcome."I. He was not interested in her eggs.With that done and almost all her outstanding accounts from the auction now settled and bills paid, on Monday she found passage on a wide-beamed fishing boat crossing the Bay and went to Annapolis carrying the proceeds of the sale, less her meager share of the total since she was keeping the old house at its tax-assessed value and abjuring the proceeds from the new one, if any. At the large, fancy home on State Street she found that most of the downstairs. Then, over drinks after, she opened up about herself.She grew up in a loving, caring family. They were mixed race with known descendants of white, Native American tribes, and Hispanic. Mostly, they thought of themselves as Hispanic. She grew up on a small ranch, probably not that much different than Jake’s except they did have electricity and water, even if both might breakdown occasionally. Being the oldest, she was set on a course to be the family’s first high school graduate and then going. "Would you let your mum go out dressed up like that!" said one, as Liz bent over to get a glass, the dress tightening on her buttocks revealing she wasn't wearing panties."Nope, but old tarts like her," said the other nodding towards Liz, "are glad to get it when they can." Turning to Liz, who now waited for another order, he said, "What's your name? Mine's Frank."Smiling her best smile, she replied, "Liz." See my mate Mike over there Liz?" he continued, pointing out one of the burly men, "It's.