Obviously not happy.The other guys pretended not to look. Tom looked, he looked me in the eye, nodded approvingly,and smiled. I was enjoying it all. I...liked seeing myhusband mad and nothing he can do about it. I liked theguys trying to look and trying not to get caught, and Iwas really enjoying this good looking, confident man’sattention. I was on my second beer. My husband was trying to avoidlooking at me. Pretending he was ignoring me. Tom,looked at my legs and then my eyes and nodded. Those are the kinds of people we normally gravitate to. Buffi wasn't like that. Buffi was, or thought she was, high society.She acted as if she smelled something rotten, when she looked around the apartment. We tried to make her feel welcome, but it didn't do much good. She didn't talk much, as if our conversation was too unimportant for her to notice. Sally seemed a little embarrassed by this, but maybe a little embarrassed by us as well.When Buffi made a comment about anything at all, it was. No, I never expected to share the space with a thirteen year old girl. But I was in bed. With the blankets pulled up to my chin. And the strobing of the storm approaching was accompanied by thunderclaps following in rapid succession. It was getting close. I snuggled into my pillow and prepared to sleep.FLASH-CRASH-BOOOOOOM! The storm was here! I could hear the winds fighting the flat sides of the trailer but I worried not at all.Then "Daaannnnnnn!!!!!!" and a bounce and there was a thirteen. Now reach into the top drawer and hand me the gold-foil cover box.' Another stab from the collar ensured his prompt obedience.From behind the now drawn shower curtain Henry heard a faint buzzing sound followed by a series of 'oohs' and 'ahhs' then a big 'ahaaa'. Jane drawns back the curtain and with a big smile on her face walks out of the shower. 'You were a big help, Henry. Now put this back in the drawer. We must see about that wicker basket for you. At the foot of my bed seems appropriate.