‘Well, this isn’t your typical Macy’s 70 percent off, end-of-the-season get-up,’ she remarked. ‘And those shoes? Kate Spade?’ Greta had an...eye for these things and thought nothing of socking away a grand just to buy a pair of Christian Loubotins. ‘The same,’ I said, letting my ankle dangle my shoe into the narrow aisle between the tables. ‘Holy shit!’ she said. ‘What did you do to get those? Fuck the guy who runs the shoe department at Neiman Marcus?’ ‘No, but there was a whole lot of fucking. My wife and I had put off re-decorating the bathroom and decided that it had to be done. We went through our budget and decided that our best course of action was to use paper on the walls. Now I would tackle any DIY job around the house but papering was never my forte. My wife's sister however was handy with papering so I decided to ask her if she would be willing to help. In exchange I would give her a full body massage in exchange whenever she decided to take me up on the offer. A deal was. They did not even know I was in business. Huley? She was in California with her father. Anyway, she was mad at meI sat back down at my desk and went over the numbers for the eleventh time. I could not concentrate. The doorbell rang."I like your bell," Sylvia said as I let her in."The electrician picked it out. Laura hasn't heard it yet but the chime can be changed," I explained.We stood in the center of the new room, careful to stand on the brown paper that had been put down to protect the. Joella felt the best kind of adventures should be planned. ‘You need some stability in your life, Carmen. I believe church can provide that kind of stable lifestyle for you. I don’t like the way you live. You never make plans for anything. Do you have any goals or what?’ ‘Jo, I’m not going to dignify those smart ass remarks with a response. But I will say this…leave me alone, please.’ ‘What’s wrong with church? You don’t believe in God or something?’ Joella smoothed out her two-piece light.