” “how?” She asked and let drop her sari. “i will rub your wounds and remove your pain.” “you fool,” she cried and yanked off her sari a...d stood in her petticoat in front of me. Then she pulled the ribbon of her petticoat and it dropped down to her knees. She stood naked like the day she was born in front of me, wearing only the jewelry around her waist and ankles and neck. I looked at my mother in admiration. What a lovely figure she had. Despite her buxom figure and thickset waist, there. Sure, we fell in love and got married twenty years ago, but I have never really fit into her Mexican culture, and she misses terribly having a man like the guys she grew up with. Latino men are known as great lovers anyway, and that was the kind of guy I decided to find for her.She works at an elementary school as a bilingual teaching aide, and she is damn good at it. One day I picked her up after school, and saw her stop to speak for a moment with a man about her own age. 'Yes!' I thought 'The. Parsons wanted. "Hans, do you remember when you made that practice area for Bertie? Could you take the mower and make something like that for Kenny and I to use as a target? Something round, and about forty feet in diameter. Cut it short like you used to do when Bertie practiced back here."We went back inside, while Hans got out the mower. Gerta asked us if we'd eaten when we were out, and Mr. Parsons said that we hadn't. Gerta went over to the refrigerator and got out a large bowl of egg. Mr. Palmer’s lunch pail was found next to his wife at the scene.“Their two children were sitting on the floor next to their mother crying their eyes out,” Officer Newbery said, his own eyes tearing, “Things like this are horrible. You have to tell them that their parents are dead, and try to tell them that things will be alright and calm them down. But you know they never will be. It’s part of the job, but it’s not a part of the job I like.”Neighbors speculated that Mr. Palmer must have come.