When Jill first started she had a pair of black flats with very small white polka-dots, they actually were not very sexy… almost kind of weird looki...g… BUT!!!... Right out of the gate she was a shoe player. I’d watched her countless times playing with them during meetings, having them completely off her feet at her desk or even once in a while walking barefoot to the printer. Drove me nuts… It also didn’t hurt that she was about 110 pounds with a waist about as wide as a baseball and long. "Yes, I will buy her." "Sir, I am not for sale!" I said firmly. The man turned to Papa angrily. "You said she would accept!" "Bella, please. We need the money. Marry this fine gentleman," Papa pleaded with me with his eyes. I turned to Mama for support but she just faced the window. "Mama? Please don't let Papa do this!" I begged. Mama turned to me with an angry and tired expression. "Bella, stop being so selfish and do as your Papa asks!" she snapped. I felt my eyes welling up with tears. I. I mean, I didn’t know it was her- I’d never laid eyes on her- but this woman standing in the doorway had no business in a Holiday Inn at this time of day. Nearing 40, just like she’d said, (if she was telling the truth about that, was the rest of it true?) blond hair cut short in what I always thought of as that Century-21-salesperson-of- the-month style. Her dress was too much for that time of day, but I knew she’d spent a long time picking it out. Probably wanted something pretty, but didn’t. They go into his office and close the door. Emma brings out the additional one-hundred-dollar bills to his amazement. “It seems that my parents both saved this over the years, I am sure I have found the last of these now. Some of these last ones do need to be offered for sale also. I would appriciate your help again,” Emma starts before going on, “Now I don’t know if there is another market for these, or if I should hold them for a while to not over saturate the market. See what you can.