She asked, “Why do you need that?”John knew he had her hooked and asked, “You’ve heard them scream when they take off the bandages?”“Oh! I... breaks my heart! I have to work a different ward when they do that.”John knew he had the right person and, “How would you like to help end those screams?”John gestured her closer and then said, “Let me demonstrate something to you. Then I will teach you how to do it. Once you learn, you will help so many people.”She reluctantly agreed. She had heard of John. "Alf apologized, "I don't know how to make martinis, Mrs. Douglas. How about screwdrivers? Carpenters know those."Oliver Douglas said, "Then you wouldn't know a screwdriver from a seven iron!"Alf left purposefully swaying his hips in the flouncy skirt, "I don't play golf. But I know the difference between a screwdriver and a pressing iron." And he left past Mrs. Douglas. "Most of us around here don't have steam irons."Oliver ignored as best he could the sashaying le fem, he told his wife, "I'm. Good combat soldiers, I hear, but frightened to death if they think something might threaten a relationship." I got up and we headed down Newbury Street for our cars.That weekend all six of us were up at my in-laws' camp in Maine. Beth and Steve, Bob and I, and Nicole and Ken. On Friday afternoon, after we got there and unpacked, we sat around in the shade in what we call the back yard, justrelaxing after a hard week. It was hot. Not like Texas in July, but pretty warm. In New England, you. I grinned at the phone and put it back in my pocket. It was a long ass hour sitting there but it was worth it when Anastasia finally dismissed class. I could finally drop Natasha off and get back into my environment for a minute. I picked my niece up and put her on my shoulders and helicoptered, spinning her around. “Hey Uncle Ramon, how’d I do?”“Tres excellent.”“I didn’t know you spoke French” Anastasia interrupted.“Just because I’m from the hood, don’t mean I don’t I expand my mind. Let me.