The light from the scope hurt my eyes.And just that little bit of pain made my head hurt even more. Istarted to complain, but one of them put two fing...rs across my lipsto silence me, while the other's head shook slowly side to side.Why didn't they want me to talk?And then, my eyes widened and my fear grew as I saw that needle one ofthem was holding up in front of me. It was huge; it looked more likesomething one might use to inject something into an elephant.My fear grew so great my larynx. “Hello, this is Joy?”“This is your oldest calling, Beautiful. Can Sari and I come home yet, or have you and Dad not yet taken your post coital shower yet?”“Stuart, what a thing to say, ‘John, our son wants to know if we’ll let them come home or not?’ – he just said, bring home some Chinese, but wait 30 minutes, honey?”“For my HOT momma, we can do that – see you in thirty, tell Dad we found a mole today!”“What?”“See you in a bit, Joy.”We got home, 33 minutes later, having stopped by China. The set was over, she collected her tips and costume, but, instead of exiting the stage the way she entered, she went over to the edge of the stage where the woman sat. She sat herself on the edge of the stage, facing the woman. She nodded to her. The woman returned the nod with a smile. With her tips and costume gripped tightly in one hand, with the other, she took the woman's hand and led her to the private dance booth.The Internet Juke Box in the private booth allowed her to quickly choose. The landlord was determined to at least get her somethingto wear so she could go out and get a new set of clothes."Margie, do you have anything you don't wear anymore?" he asked hisolder sister as he headed to her bedroom."As a matter of fact, I do," she said from her perch in her favoritechair. The older woman was crocheting a blanket for the coming winter,one of many, as she usually gave out a few during Christmas as gifts."There's a bag of clothes in my room that I was going to donate.