Asian, possibly from the Philippines, who spokewith a broken English. Unlike Yvonne, she wasn't much of aconversationalist, but she was really good at...what she did. Tammy leanedback in her chair, tried to just relax, as Yvonne had suggested. Thewoman massaged her hands, washed them, removed the old nail polish.Filed, polished. "Same color?" She asked. "Yes, please."The whole experience felt luxurious, and reminded her of her femininity.Connected her with her Inner Goddess. She giggled at the. Now take a chair and don't you even think about moving an inch!?Same old Barbara, Sharon thought to herself. Polite but catty.The meeting went slowly, although the boys all seemed to be having agreat deal of fun. In fact, Sharon was a little disappointed to havebacked out of helping. The kids were having a ball.Sharon brought her romance novel to page through to pass the time, asshe was satisfied that Barbara wasn't some stark raving looney bent oncorrupting her child. As she read, she would. Well, if you ever feel like talking about her, I’m more than happy.”We chatted for a couple of minutes, discussing the odd palates of young girls, Alia laughing at Sia’s newly discerning sense of smell, and said goodbye. But, as I moved away, she called to me.“Philip? Would you like to grab dinner together and chat?” She looked pensive.“I’d love to. When?”“How about Friday night?”“Done.”Shopping was a tad mindless. I wondered what her and Jasmin’s story was. I didn’t feel guilty about having. When they got there, the telephone was ringing and JC answered it just in time. It was her husband and he wanted to tell her they finally got an appointment at the fertility clinic in Raleigh for next week. He sounded very excited and that warmed her heart, then she glanced over at a now naked Reuben sitting on the sofa. “Ok, we’ll talk more when I get home Thursday. Love you!” and she hung up.“Hmm mister, you make a lot of assumptions,” grinned JC. “Shut the fuck up and get naked too, but.