I'm glad I brought my supplies. I think I'll paint a scene of your home while we're visiting your Dad."Scott moves from under the car's hood. Grabbing...a rag, he wipes the grease from his hands as he looks around."You think it's pretty? Only an artist would say that."Kari moves over to Scott and gives him a big hug. Feeling his body against hers, she smiles."It's gorgeous honey. How's the car going?"Scott shakes his head."I'm no mechanic Kari. We'll have to see about getting a tow and putting it. We set the tank and drain pipe and backfilled it all. Did all the electrical work and it was near ready for occupancy.I was out there, working alone one day and my son came out bringing Francis with him. She kinda sat around while we set up a front porch. I had a cooler filled with sodas packed in ice, as it was quite warm. It came time when my son had to go to work and asked if I would drive Francis home when I drove back to town. I agreed and he drove off. Francis and I were all alone now. I. She went into our room and closed the door. Pissed. So I did everything I knew to rectify this situation. I went and got ice cream, flowers, made chocolate covered strawberries and my world famous grilled cheese. I had just finished lighting the candles and setting the table when she came out of the room. One look at the strawberries and she was able to speak to me again, still pissed though. I was putting our plates in the sink when she reached in the freezer, grabbed the ice cream and 2. She was about fifty-something, possibly mid-fifties, dressed in a dark blue business skirt and jacket set, with her shoulder-length light-grey hair almost white pinned back and swirled behind her head into an old-fashioned bun. The plain dark skirt that she wore ended just below her knees, covering most of her slightly varicose-veined legs that were covered the rest of the way by greyish-white support hose. Her black patent-leather shoes were high-heeled but the utilitarian type, suited mostly.