She took it. "You’re Becky?" She nodded, blushing a bit. "I guess you heard my daddy raising hell back there." "Sounded a bit like my dad," I s...id. "Becky, I know how embarrassing parents can be. My dad yells a lot, too." She had pretty blue eyes and wore her hair braided in two pigtails, tied with red ribbons that matched her polka-dotted dress. We began a long discussion, sharing our family secrets, our pasts and our plans for the future. Little Becky could really talk. I mean a lot. Sue waved me to the big table that was filling up with people for some of the same fare as the kids. Even Dewey and the group from the back deck had come down for lunch.Mercy asked, "Have you talked to our immigration attorney about Gio and Gina yet?"I answered honestly, "I only asked him to research what it was going to take. He'll need their passports to do any more. Don't you think we need them to get a chance to see if they like being around us twenty-four seven? They may think we're too. He immediately buys it, and asks the seller how he kept it in such Great condition for 10 years.'Well, it's quite simple, really, ' says the seller, 'whenever the Bike is outside and it's gonna rain, rub Vaseline on the chrome. It Protects it from the rain.'And he hands Joe a jar of Vaseline.That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet her Parents. Naturally, they take the bike there.But just before they enter the house, Sandra stops him and says, 'I have to tell you something. I love living here. It’s so perfect for me. I love that I can garden and write and it’s so quiet—just me and the birds and squirrels and I can bike into town to get some food. I don’t need much else.” “I don’t think I could do what you do. I’d be bored, I think. In fact, I know I’d be bored.” He nodded, chuckling. “Maybe one day you’ll find what you love and you won’t be bored, but I know what you mean. You’re going off to college in the fall. Maybe you’ll find what you love there. I hope so..