She pulled out a nail file,emery boards, cuticle stick, and a bottle of fire engine red nailpolish. In short order my longish nails, I hadn't clipped ...hem inover six months and extended about a quarter inch beyond the tips ofmy fingers, were shaped into ovals and glistening red polish flashedwith every movement of my hands for the whole world to see. I was notlooking forward to these changes whatsoever. Up until now I could chalk up Mildred's eccentric behavior todepression over the loss of her. ” Jake mocked and sat down.“what are you doing tomorrow?” Jessica asked as she sat down next to him.Jake shook his head. “nothing why?”Sarah laughed and grinned at him. “well it’s your birthday dumbass.”“you forgot your own birthday?” Jessica asked amazed.Jake shrugged. “I guess. I had a bad week.”“you are a idiot.” Sarah laughed.“bitch.” Jake muttered.Sarah stood up so fast she shook the table. “hey! I didn’t forget my birthday. Don’t call me a bitch you little spaz.”Jake stood up fast enough. “Now hit the bull’s eye,” I said as I stepped back.When the clips were empty all the rounds were in the bull’s eye; not a nice pattern, but in the eye.“Why didn’t you tell us you were near sighted?” I asked.“We weren’t until after the eye surgery,” Ellen replied.“All three of you, what eye surgery?” I asked.“Ambassador Woodman insisted we all be blue eyed and blond. He forced us to go to a doctor down there who changed our eye color but left us nearsighted,” Ellen replied.“He threatened to have. We both got married when we were 17. We have a daughter 21. My wife started having an affair with, and left me for a black stud named Vick. We had been separated for over a year. Nothing I did could get her back in town and back to me. She was now thinking of divorcing me.My mother as well as our daughter and my sister tried to talk with me and her and acted as emissaries to work out things so as to salvage our long happy marriage. I still loved my wife Judy very dearly.Judy didn't want to.