Talk to you later," Adam promised, then he popped into the Dunemaster, checked everyone's seat belts, and punched it down the track. Somehow I avoided...breathing a cloud of dust. I didn't think it was intentional. The dust, that is.1:00 PMBy one o'clock the Sopwiths and Fokkers were running low on fuel and had to retreat. In their place, some American Stearman PT17s and British DH82A de Havilland Tiger Moths began an aerobatic display. The news choppers were lined up along the side, taking it. All of a sudden clouds of smoke billowed out from under my hood, and the warning light flashed on my dash. "Oh Darn, now what?", I thought to myself. I pulled over to the side of the road and popped open my hood, and got out of the car and walked around to the front, glaring into the engine compartment; not knowing the battery from the radiator. Yes, I had watched my dad and brothers working on cars when I was younger, but it never fascinated me like it did them. I was looking into the engine. The next day I stayed home and did some laundry and ironing while Carlawent shopping for me. She returned loaded down with packages. I gotfour new skirts and four blouses. Worse than that, there were severalpackages of nylon stockings and boxes of high heels.Over the next few months Carla totally replaced my wardrobe. There weremore skirts and blouses, some fancy dresses and even a couple of maid'suniforms I wore when doing housework while Carla was at work. Oralservice was a daily. I noticed her hands kept clenching and unclenching as we spoke about boring everyday matters. Only when she saw that I noticed did she stop her nervous movements with her hands with an embarrassed look upon her face. The meal came, both of ours, as did her drink. I noticed she gulped down the tall glass of alcohol very quickly.The talk dwindled away into embarrassing silence as we ate. It gave me time to wonder what the hell was going on. This was not the cousin I had known all my life. Then I.