Both Fran and Diane were really nice, and they both had a veryplayful sense of humor.Fran, in a stage whisper said, "Diane, Gary is wearing your favor...teapron. Isn't he cute?"Diane gave a throaty laugh, and said, "Yeah. He is cute, and look at hisbum."She came up behind me, said hello, and asked for a taste of the food Iwas cooking. I filled a spoon with the sauce, and as I turned to giveit to her two things happened almost at once. First, I felt a handcopping a feel of my rear, which almost. "I was smirking terribly and Betty flushed happily back at me. "Thank you, babe. What's your name, or should I just call you Santa?" Oh, Christ no, I'm Bob," I said, trying my best to sound cool. Believe me, that wasn't easy. It's hard to make 'Bob' sound like a cool name. To my relief, Betty seemed to think it was, or maybe she was just being nice. "You do seem to have an appetite, Bob. What would you like?" Tearing my eyes away from her tag, I saw a playful smile gracing her face. It was just. We have to decide which of the early tournaments we're going to try to compete in, and start working out the logistics."I looked over the schedule. Of course, we all were aware already that the Tour would begin with two consecutive weeks in Hawaii. We'd have to be over there from at least February 13 (two days before the beginning of the SBS Open) until the second Hawaiian tournament, the Fields Open, ended on February 24.Well, eleven days in Hawaii wasn't exactly my idea of rough duty, but it. The girls cooked up a hearty country breakfast with fresh home-fried potatoes, eggs and bacon. Gabe busied himself slicing up some fruit and appearing to be helpful.They sat at his kitchen table and enjoyed the meal together. He cleaned up the mess while the girls freshened up in the bathrooms. Bailey wanted to stay a little longer, and it seemed to her that Gabe wanted them to stay, too, but they knew they had to be getting home. April had to work that afternoon and both girls had weekend.