Sue and Mercy were in a head-to-head discussion when Glenda came in with her cup and got coffee from the big pot that had just finished. She asked me,..."Those two look like something serious is going on, problems?" Not really," I answered. "Mercy has to go home for a day or so and they must be having problems getting an airline reservation."The two girls came out with cups of coffee to the table where Glenda and I were and Sue said, "We're heading out to the airport. I'm taking Mercy home. We. Nice job on the lawn. Thank you.’ He handed her a twenty with a smile, asking, as always: ‘You’re sure it’s enough?’And as Molly always replied: ‘Yes, definitely!’But today they didn’t part ways, as usual. Today John had a plan.‘Would you like to come see the garden? I told you last time my grandkids always give me garden statuettes for every birthday and Christmas. Come see the collection.’‘Sure,’ Molly agreed easily, following her neighbour into his backyard. She’d always like kind Mr. He lifted her onto the sofa and sat next to her. They sat and chatted and drank wine, James was clearly trying to ask something but didn’t know how. ‘You can ask me James, I want to tell you.’ Grace gently prompted him.‘Oh, err, well ... really? You don’t mind talking about it?’ he stammered.‘No, not to you.’ I replied, ‘But you’ve got to ask.’ ‘Oh, thanks!.’ he replied. ‘What happened to your body Grace?’ Grace explained everything, he looked shocked but when she finished he kissed her long. If they told her to stay home, she'd sneak out of the house after they'd fallen asleep and stay out all night. If they told her to dress modestly, she'd pack a sexy outfit and change into it as soon as she was out of her parents' sight. If they wanted her to study business at Harvard, she studied art at Clinton State. If they expected her to marry a nice Indian boy, she dated every race she could find, but Indian. And her sacred virginity? Forget about it. She was wild, and up for pretty much.