Her legs are short and thick, but smooth and seem to belong to a teenager. She takes care of herself. She’s a working-class woman with attitude. She...laughs easily with people she knows.As I helped her with her coat and sweaters, I noticed she had no bra under her t-shirt, which was wet with leaking breast milk from her engorged breasts. I didn’t realize she was still nursing Julia, her 18 month old. My face was flush as she pulled the breast pump out of the big purse.“I have to empty these. I needed an idea, and I needed one now. I didnt want to just pounce on the boy and risk him freaking out, but I wanted to see if he felt the same about me. After rummaging through almost every piece of clothing I have, I decided on a very short-cut yellow top, no bra, and the tightest pair of shorts I could find. This would let me know if he at least found me attractive. I looked into my mirror, adjusting my chest, and taking a deep breath. You can do it, Julia. Get this boy. I nodded at my own. They also still wear petticoats." What are petticoats?" Sheena asked."Something that goes under the dress or skirt," I told her."Can we go to see then now?" Shannon asked, excitedly. I looked at the clock. It was almost 5:30, but we should be able to talk to our Grandmothers before dinner."Yes, we can go there now. Leave your packages here," I told them. When they were ready, we joined hands and vanished to reappear in our Grandparents' large parlor."They're probably in the kitchen," Pat said. Thursday I had a look at the pictures I'd taken on Wednesday evening and added them to my secret album. A few of them had come out just right, the sort of thing you'd have been happy to display at an exhibition. I grinned to myself; do you think the girls would like to feature in an art gallery? I shook my head and grabbed a pack of photo quality paper, I may not be able to display their delights to the world but I could create a ten by eight image for each of them.Helen's caught her smile as.