. What the hell are you doing? Who are you?" I suddenly blurted out.They all turned to me. One was slightly bigger than the other ones, but they all a...peared to be about three feet tall, dressed in small green suits, with little green hats."What?!" The larger one suddenly spoke with a bit of an attitude."What are you?"The larger one spoke again, "What does it look like?" His hand reached up and swatted at the little bell at the end of his pointed hat, making it chime. "We're fucking christmas. "Dad, we could use one more. Four would be best." I know Jack will come. Marshal's wife is better though is still pretty sick. Your grandmother is staying over there to help. Marshal should be available. If he comes, that would give us four. Otherwise, I'll call your Uncle Andrew." Granddad would come. He's still able and would probably like to get out." Okay, tomorrow work for you?" Let's see what the ladies have planned first."After talking with the ladies, their planned event would come. "Oh he was a character all right," Barbara replied with one of her rare smiles. "A right ladies man." Well, that's where we differ," I chuckled. "I get tongue tied talking to girls my age." You seem to have no problem chatting to me Mikey," Well no, you aren't a girl, Babs, you're a woman, which makes things a lot different," I replied."Oh Mikey, you charmer. Are you telling me you prefer older women?" Barbara said with a smile."Yes Babs, they at least take me a bit more seriously ... sort of,". Moreover it was good to know that over 400 miles now separated her from the drunken abusive waster who had been her husband and that her friend Agnes was only a few miles away. After only two weeks into her new abode Mabel felt very much at home. Her neighbours were quiet friendly people, all of them a few years older than her, but at 38 and recovering from a nasty divorce she wasn't looking for noisy parties and certainly not for drunken reveling. What she did miss though was sex.Eddie.