The door opens, and I’m looking at a NICE lady! Odd.And I got a shockingly welcome surprise. Very nice lady named Donna invited me into her house. P...ace is squeaky clean. Aroma of a pot roast fills the house, emanating from a cast iron Dutch oven. Met a little cutie redhead toddler named Elise, who will talk your arm off, given a chance.I realized that I’m being defused.No surprises when I opened Mandy’s closet door, to find it mostly empty. Apart from one VERY nice green dress, the other. "So we sell everything except training bras," the woman said. "I've always wondered. What are we training boobs to do? Sit up?"The class giggled."Ideally, yes," Devlin replied, trying not to be put off by the girl's wisecrack. "If we could train every girl's boobs to be perky, then we wouldn't need bras. If you find some muscles in that part of the chest, please let everyone know."The girl, Brenda, frowned. "Why don't we sell training bras?" Because that isn't our market," Devlin replied.. When the last roller was inplace and a net was put over the structure that was my head, my Motherput her hands to each side of my permed and head and gently kissed thetop of the topmost curler. Then she led me to the waiting diabolicaldryer for another session of intense heat which would at last render myhair into what can be called a woman's pride and joy.As soon as the helmet of the fryer was lowered, a manicurist appearedat my side and took my right hand in hers. The implements she had on. " That's great. I haven't talked to him in a long time. I'll look forward to his call."I called Rex immediately after hanging up with Bob Mears and he was equally pleased with the results. I thanked him for all his efforts and I hoped he would get the recognition he deserved for sticking his neck out on our behalf.Georgette and Kevin had their heads together as they discussed the redesign of the shrouds. There would be only two sizes; one for the sides and one for the ends. Both would be hinged.