As I watched her for the next 10 or 15 minutes, I noticed that her expression did not change and I felt that she may not be expecting anyone.I finishe... my beer then went to her table and asked her to dance.She told me that "I no speek englass".So from her accent I though she might speak French so I asked her in French to please dance with me.She agreed and while we were dancing I introduced myself as Jean-Paul DuMarais and I told her that I was an American soldier with a French Canadian. He arranged a meeting with Peio and myself to discuss the proposal of a housing estate.As it turned out Peio and a couple of local builders had been loosely kicking a similar idea around. Their plan was to build a house and then sell it, buy another block of land and start all over again. They had in mind to use three basic house designs but vary the appearances via Peio's prefab walls.Ron and I indicated that we were interested in investing in such a project and also we had several lots of. "I desperately feared I’d gone too far and frightened her to the point that whatever magic we shared was vanishing. Her fear, heated by a flash of anger, flared in her eyes as she tried to make sense of what I’d done."Jesus, Sean, what were you thinking? You can't just show up like this! I'm a married woman, remember? Do you have any idea what would happen if anyone found out about us?”Her words struck me hard. She was right, of course. I could have ruined her life by showing up like that, and. " That's not what I'm thinking about. You're not going to have enough room on your stove for all that if you're making anything else." Oh, I didn't think about that. How do you feel about boiling a couple of pots? I'll still mash them all down here." No problem. I'm glad to help. Let me have them." Are you sure?" Mom. Let me have them."She pointed to the bag of potatoes sitting on the counter and opened up the refrigerator. There was a big brown grocery bag inside, full of rutabagas."Anything.