"Terribly multi-culti, don't you know," she laughed."Oh, Mizz Desai told me that she was lamenting that all her grandchildren were grown up and not ye... producing a generation of great-grandchildren and now she has two, one blonde, one brunette." Look," I said to Beck, "Let me make some coffee. Or tea." Oh, why don't you come to my place. I'll do that. You need a break." Okay," I said. I like Beck. Jewish. That's not a problem at all. Has strong family background. I like that. New recipes. She'd. She agreed. But, when I saw what she picked out to watch, I thought it might have been a bad idea after all. The movie was entitled "The Art of Revenge" and was a slick little "B-movie" about a woman who's husband lets her work while he finishes his college education and starts a potentially lucrative business. He dumps her when she says she wants to stay home and have a baby, as they had agreed, while he works for a change. While not a bloody revenge movie, it was messy for her victims and. It was truly something special.Jennifer pulled me back from the wilderness of my thoughts with a question.“So, you’re seeing Joyce tonight? What are you guys doing?”“Dinner, then swimming. She’ll be staying at Larry’s house tonight. Her parents will pick her up after church tomorrow.”“And you’re seeing Becky on Sunday.”“Yes.”“How did it go with Kellie?”“It was interesting.”“Interesting?”“How much do you want to know?”“How much is there to tell?”“Well, I think I can sum up pretty simply. We were. " he faded. Alex made the coffee and handed Clive themug. They both went back into the lounge, Alex turned the television off,then sat down with Clive on the sofa."So what did you want to say to me?" began Alex, then he saw the carrierbag again. "And what's in the bag?" The bag, yes." Clive handed it to Alex, who opened it. It contained thebridesmaid's dress that had lead to the meeting, and the shoes, and a smallcarrier bag, which contained a new unopened packet of cream lace-topstockings..