" What'd you see?" his wife asked, dabbing at her mouth with a corner of her linen napkin.'Body, dead body that'd been in the river a few days." Oh," ...is wife said. "Whose?"Beall waited until he had chewed down some of the dumpling in his mouth and thought of how much his wife really wanted to know as well as how much she already knew. Margaret Beall did not like being left out of her husband's business. "Fellow called Sparks, was the Brookes' overseer once, some time back." I remember, stocky,. His hair was dark brown, almost black. His eyes were a deep brown also, but they sparkled with life. He still had a tan, and he was clean shaven, his jaw a prominent feature of his handsome face. I stood there, looking my fill as he did the same time. He took in my hair, curly, twisted up on my head, with the red highlights in it, my make up, my outfit, and for a half a second, the look in his eyes told me he was wondering what was underneath. He burst out laughing. ‘Well, are we going. Barbara pushed back against Teresa. Although it really wasn’t that forceful push, Teresa’s feet were immobile and she could not take a step to maintain her balance. Letting out a whoop with arms waving in the air, Teresa fell backwards over the curb and into the oil slick ring. Her legs flew up as she landed flat on her back. With her legs still pointing skyward, Teresa’s momentum caused her to slide a few feet on the mat. The crowd, whose attention had been drawn to the argument, roared with. We quit coming because we thought we wanted to enjoy our position. We goofed. Baldie and I are thrilled to be back. It's even better to find that our son is so well known and liked here. His grandparents would be proud and happy.We had supper. Mom and Dad had wine while Karen and I stuck to lemonade. Marianne joined us in our drink of choice. The band came out and Mick went to the mic and said, "This is a happy event. Our occasional tenor sax player got himself engaged to Karen Monroe." There.