Looking at them almost made me feel sick.Mother very quickly laid down the law regarding my new status. "Anne you are only to call me mummy instead of...mother and all adults are to be addressed as sir or Miss."Given it was Sunday I was expected to put on one of my best dresses for Sunday school. Mother helped me select a particularly over the top white satin dress. It was literally covered with lace, had a large bow at the back and literally oozed little girl sweetness. It was an embarrassment. I could see her gather all her strength, all her courage and look right at me, almost defiantly. "I am tired of being lonely, Pete. I think you are, too. I think you and me should use this extra hour to not be lonely. That's why I came here."I looked back at her. "Juanita, I don't know what to say." Don't say anything. Take me in there," she said, pointing toward my bedroom "and let us use our extra hour to not be lonely."I leaned over and ran my fingers through her hair. It was as thick, as. .."Ruby strummed a chord and sang, "Oh no you can't..." Everyone in the studio listened to the sisters sing together."You up to a fight, Little Sis?" Ruby asked."What you got in mind, Big Sis?" Reba answered right back. "You really are my big sis now, especially around the middle." I recently heard a recording from Spain of two dueling guitars. It was performed by a pair of seven string Spanish guitars. Now you have that cheap old banjo and I have a Spanish guitar. Wanna fight?"Reba grinned,. By the time most of the Caribbean Republics had degenerated into petty dictatorships in the 40's and 50's, San Cristobal was the jewel in the lake with a healthy, well educated population."Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a degree in history yet had never heard of this island until yesterday."That's just to give you a little broad background." Arlene continued. "The story of Scarlett McMurphy began in 1928 when she was born right here in this house. Her grandfather was so taken by her that.