She was married! The other three slid into the booth table and trapped me next to the wall. To my surprise they each ordered wine and meat! After t...e waiter took our order, I asked them about it and Sara, who was sitting across from me, looked down at the table and said, “Good Indian girls are taught there are three things they must not do. They must not drink alcohol; they must not eat meat; and they must not have sex before they are married.” She then looked up beneath her eyebrows at me. The thin material clung to their figures in very pleasant way. I wondered if Winn would be up for anything after her very long day.I put the food in the centre of the small table on the large porch, and pulled up a chair. Cindy handed me a drink as she sat beside me. As she lowered herself into the chair, I noticed a lot of movement under the thin cloth. °She's naked under that dress,° I thought. °This neighbourhood is nuts!° For the next hour the conversation flowed nicely, lubricated by the. I hate horror movies, but the popcorn was ok. And to tell the truth, the movie wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. At least Lynn seemed to enjoy it, the frown she’d been wearing wasn’t quite as pronounced as we left the theatre. I dug down deep and asked, ‘So, what type of food do you like?’ She gave me a smattering of her huge vocabulary, ‘Spicy.’ She was making me work way too hard here, ‘Thai, Indian, or Mexican,’ I asked. ‘You decide,’ was her response. I hated all three, I’m just not too into. Lucia hadn't pressed it. The same thing happened on Wednesday. Faith again politely refused on Thursday. This time Lucia wanted to know why. Faith told her."Boyd won't come," she'd said unwillingly, sure that Lucia'd want to discuss the sordid details that she herself would sooner leave unspoken. But Lucia'd merely smiled knowingly as she got out a cigarette and lit it. Then she exhaled thoughtfully and looked her right in the eye. "How do you know until you ask him, Faith?"It was up to Faith.