Something was hilarious anyway."Yeah that's it, I want you framed in the doorway." Poppy put out herhand to lean on the jamb of the battered door, he... heels were killingher."Hurry up kid, you're scaring away the trade." Poppy lifted her footand picked a cigarette butt off the bottom of her high heel.The kid had paid her ten dollars just so he could take her picture.What the fuck? For ten dollars she'd have taken him back behind thedumpster and given him a hummer."Perfect!" The kid snatched. "Juanita. What can I do for you? Do you want to come in?"I held my hand out for her. I've got a couple of steps that are close to a foot tall in front of the door. She held onto me and climbed up and into the apartment.I offered her a chair, then asked if she'd like something to drink. I got her a glass of apple juice and sat down across from her."What can I do for you, Juanita?" I feel silly. I should go home." She started to get up and I stood, taking her arm and pushing her back down into. “Take Miss Grant home first,” Dad said. “We’re going to a restaurant. I’m sorry, my dear. You’d be welcome to accompany us, but your parents would have objections -- deservedly so -- on your first Sunday back from school.” Dad was always appreciative of Marilyn and warm towards her -- the “Miss Grant” until she called him “Jim” excepted. Still, he always treated her as Dad’s guest and him as a stray when they were together. He drove Marilyn home.“Backing in?” Dad asked. Was he going to. I hurried down stairs and out to the pool. Daddy had taken the strap to me many times for cutting through his Den after swimming and dripping water on his hardwood floors, I figured that I would wait until they were about half way through the meeting and then bolt in and act surprised. As I floated around the pool imagining what could possibly happen to me, I kept slipping a finger down between my legs and then I could hear the Aston coming back up the drive way. My heart starting to beat.