”“Nick and Bethany?” she asked.“They’re going to get engaged. Her parents are in town this weekend and Nick’s going to ask for her hand.�...“Now that’s right gallant!” she said. “Will I get to see them?”“Yes. They’re going to dinner tomorrow night. Bethany will miss the girls’ night out, but she and Nick will be at the gathering and dinner on Sunday.”“Come off it! It’s a party. Have a fucking party! And enjoy it! Got it?”“Yes, ma’am!” I chuckled.“I mean it, Yankee! Music, dancing, and booze. And. I never knew any of my other Aunts and Uncles. Rose kept me hidden from them all, knowing they would have not’hing to do with me or Momma. Then Rose fell ill when I was about ten and Momma had to fetch me. So I lived with her for a couple of months or so. That was when you came to call on Momma. I suppose I must’ve cramped her style while I was with her. After a while, Aunt Rose was better and I went back home to live with her, and care for her as she was never quite as well again.”“So when did. .." So pull the shirt off. The pants will wash or go to the cleaners. I'm not letting you out of my sight." I'm fine, Jeff." Sure you are," Jeff answered with an irritating grin on his face as he held the stairway door open. "Sure you are."An hour later, Jeff had worked Bill until sweat flowed down his face and his knees were wobbling. The pilot now sat on a bench, his forearms on his thighs, leaning forward as he watched the small pool of accumulated sweat from his brow widen on the floor. I saw her sitting on the crub with bleeding knockles. I went over to her ready to help her up, when all the sudden some shithead yelled "Look at that cunt". I looked back and say it was a punk with a 3-foot mohawk. I guess he was talking shit because I'm a Metalhead. I went up too him and headbutted the living shit out of him and made sure he didn't get back up until I left. I got my drunken roommate and left as fast as I could, because I was out numbered 100 to 1 and everyone was giving me.