I could understand her feelings, so I didn't make an issue.Once I got to the restaurant, I sat alone at a small table in the corner with a view of Ast...r's small main street. "What can I get you, Max?" the middle aged waitress with the badly dyed red hair asked."I'm going to go with the large tray tonight. I have been having too many calories, the French Fries would put me way over my limit for today." I said with a smile. The tray was just chopped barbecue pork and coleslaw with a vinegar and. The trip went well right up until it was time to fly home. Itwasn’t a major success, but it wasn’t a failure by any stretch of theimagination. The first part of the trip went fine, but then myconnecting flight was cancelled because of poor weather conditions onthe East Coast and I was stranded in Connecticut. No chance of aflight out until the following day and, as a few phone calls revealed,no chance of a hotel room anyplace near the airport. The airport itself was packed and. ” Mavis said. But speed was important and I wanted to do it. She held the ladder for me while outside the general store I put up the sign saying, “Sleigh Bells Cheap.” “Can I put up the next one?” she asked. But I ignored her and put it up. I was in a hurry, because I didn’t to be caught. I looked down at Mavis as she held the ladder, her legs were spread and she leaned forward to give some stability. I tied the sign on quickly and as I climbed down I looked at her and saw that her tee shirt. Her long, jet-black, wavy hair flowed out from beneath a kerchief tied tightly at the back of her head, and around her bare shoulders and wide hips she wore matching shawls. A long tiered skirt looked as if it would spin out in a full circle if she danced, and she looked like she would be a very good dancer.Great golden hoops hung from her ears, but above all else, what held their attention, especially Karen's, was the pair of coal-black eyes that stared out from the poster."If she really looks.