For some reason, people seem to forget how to drive when they get into large groups, as was evidenced by the multitude of wrecks we passed. When we pu...led up in front of her parents house I had to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. To call it a house is like saying Babe Ruth was an average baseball player. This thing was huge. It had its own parking lot, complete with valet. Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating, but it did have a small parking lot for holiday get-togethers. The grounds were immaculate,. . omelets, sausage and buttered toast, never mind the khaki shorts, loud Hawaiian shirts, or socks and sandals. It was spring so they must be full time residents but, summerfolk just the same.It takes a long time and a few winters to become 'local'. Some folks never get there.To a man, the locals were dressed in khaki pants, with pressed creases so sharp you could cut slices in the newspapers they were all reading. Starched button-down off white shirts with breast pocket protectors filled with. “Guess there’s nothing left inside me to make me ill.”She began to pull the covers back over her when she noticed her hands.“How weird,” she said, holding her hand up and staring at the back of it. “I’ve never had fingernails that looked that good. Or used that color. Did someone do my nails while I was out?”“Sure.” Darren leaped in. “They thought that would make you feel a little more like yourself.”I was pretty sure I shot him a withering glance. But about that time Casey had her hands up. Thought I would try something new since we always seem to have the same thing." "Are you saying you´re bored of my burritos?" Sadie laughed, in truth, she wasn´t even though they ate it a couple times a week. "This looks delicious. What did you do today?" They ate while Sadie told him about how bad work had been. It was probably their mutual dislike of their boss that had caused them to form such a strong friendship in the first place. Mickey didn´t mention his wife, and Sadie began to feel.