“Can I have fried bread with it?”“Yes, of course you can, but I have something to ask you.”He had just helped himself to a biscuit and had tak...n a large bite of it.“Mmm, what ith it?” his answer muffled from the biscuit in his mouth.“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she rebuked him.He swallowed. “Sorry, what was it you wanted to ask me?”“Well, Margaret Gower came round while you were at the swimming baths, she’s having problems with the oven door on her cooker, I told her how you fixed mine. .. are you... ?!"I didn't even know what to ask. I just wanted to understand. I didn't want there to be some violent confrontation between these two men. For one thing, my much smaller husband would surely lose a physical altercation.Blake laughed quietly and said, "I didn't have to speak to your husband. I know your husband." You know my husband!" I exclaimed. "Where did you meet my husband?"Blake responded, "I have never met him before last night. But I know him. He won't be a problem. That's. We "would" have a good Christmas in our household, after all.I got dressed and went out on a bike ride just "for the hell of it", with my basketball aboard. Then as I hit the end of the driveway, I DID SPY a black car in Joann's driveway, about 80 yards away. That was my cue to get OVER there, and find out whatever I could ... A knock at the door was met by the good Lady herself ... a very tired looking Joann. I immediately threw my arms up and said "WHERE?" She smiled and motioned me in,. Not the least of which isrenovating our house. Our current project is the bedroom; we're workingon an oriental theme with an emphasis on classic deep blood reds andblack and including as many neat trinkets as possible to add thoseextra little touches.I mentioned our renovation plans to Jack, one of my coworkers, whilecomparing our workloads at home as well as at our paying profession,and he pointed out a quaint little oriental trade shop a few blocksfrom work. Having never heard of it, I made a.