And when he's a copper you can't tell him anything."Yes, I left him snoozin' after a big lunch, and plenty of Australian Cabernet Shiraz, followed by ...randy, wake up with bad head I shouldn't wonder." Don't you believe it Squiffy," I said with feeling. "That brother-in-law of mine can drink me under the table and wake up clean as a whistle. And anyway, don't you drink that Froggy stuff you serve here?" Not likely," he replied, "I never touch that muck, although there was a time when I found the. I laughed “Call them bitch! Go ahead call them!” I threw my hands up in the air, almost daring her to do it. “I’m out this bitch, girl you know I’m on probation.” Monica looked worried. “Cula (pussy)” screamed Reyna. “Ay Reyna that’s not fair, she’s on probation, and I can’t get in trouble my dad will kill me!” Diana chimed in. I threw my hands up in the air again, and then placed my hands on my waist. “So that’s that then bitches? Go on then git, fuck you guys! Go!” My head was shaking. They’d see ma nip- ples or ma ankles or sometin”, she protested. “Naw. You wear them boots you’s always wearin’ and no one’ll see yo ankles, an’ I don’ care if they see them teats….it’d make them envy me that Ise gots the best lookin’ cooter in the bunch!” It was no use to argue with him when he was like this. Tammi grabbed the robe out of his outstretched hand and pulled it over her head. As she had suspected her. Cavendish put a hand lightly on his wife's shoulder, opening his mouth to say something. She whirled on him, shrieking again, "Don't you dare touch me." He pulled his hand away as if burned.Realizing that the scope of the conflict was not likely to be contained by the fact that it was going on in their front yard and in easy sight of a dozen neighboring houses, Thule said as calmly as he could, "Mrs. Cavendish, Mr. Cavendish, why don't we take this inside? You don't need your neighbors.