I wave it at the doormen as I come walkin?’ into this party maybe a little too ruggedly, and a little too roughly. People stare, and I’m thankin�... all the Saints under heaven, and beyond that I didn’t try to stuff my gun in my trousers. The rich. Damned blue blooded arrogant bastards, same kind o’ people who put me behind bars. Murder One, the jury said. Guilty. No one ever even stopped to ask why, just whether or not I did it. I couldn’t tell you if any o’ these people had judged me, but. Symbol for them to get behind.”The judges all exchange disappointing glances. The male judge speaks up.“Well let’s not waste any time let’s hear you sing.”Mimi nodded and grabbed the microphone. She let out a sigh and looked at the judges with a big smile on her face. She began to sing with all of her marvellous voice. Some of the judges smiled and nodded and some simply made notes in their books. The male judge looked at Mimi with a smile on his face. He watched her mouth open wide for the. ” Hettie had her iceberg feet tucked between my legs, one under my calf, the other over and between my knees.After fidgeting for a bit until she got comfy, she said, “I love your Mary, Ed, she’s so sweet, and she really thinks the world of you. Talks of no-one else.”“She’s not ‘my’ Mary, Het,” I said, “she loved her husband very much and she only lost him today.”“She may have loved him once, sweetheart, but he has gone and she loves you now. A woman can tell these things.”“She is probably just. Getting up off the couch took help, because the couch was too soft or something. So Mom suggested that, since we had a spare bedroom, Wendy should come stay with us until she went into labor. That way she'd always have help if she needed it."Besides, who is going to take you to the hospital when you go into labor?" asked Mom."I'll think about it," said Wendy. "But right now I'd like to talk about something else."She then commenced to tell us that part of what she'd done in Kuwait was help.