You could start a riot, if you’re not careful, and I’m just one man.”They headed down to Roger’s car and headed off to the West Palm Beach art...and music street festival. As they drove with the top down, Mary tilted her head back and allowed the wind to whip through her hair. They parked in the Convention Center lot and walked, clasping each other’s hands, through Howard Park towards the Armory.They meandered among the vendors and listened to the jazz ensemble that played on a nearby stage.. ”Zara glanced out the window, then walked over and stood with a smile on her face “come look, love” she whispered almost afraid what she was seeing would disappear, DeClan walked over to the window and looked out, he put his arm around Zara as they stood watching a young girl on the verge of womanhood dancing in the rain, her long silver hair plastered against her head and body, she kicked puddles, she jumped in them, they saw her laughing and giggling, dimple’s just like her mother’s showing. “Language!” barked Mirriam.“Well he is,” whined Betty. Then, like a lot of young women, she changed tactics, going up to her brother and putting her arms around his neck.“So who is it?” she asked, sweetly.“Nobody for you,” he said, picking her up with his hands around her waist.“Help!” she yelped.He moved her to the stove and set her down.“Check the roast, like your Mamma told you to,” he growled.Linda wandered in too, and noticed the festivities, but just assumed that it would be Prudence, or. * * * * What am I doing here, I ask myself for the hundredth time. After waking, I shower and dress in hopes of being able to slip away. Looking through my luggage, I pick my slightly faded Polo Jeans and favorite lavender Donna Karen sweater. Brushing my shoulder length midnight black hair, I look myself once over again. I am by no means petite, but my size eight waist and 36B chest seem perfect for my five feet two inch frame. Sure, I have a little extra padding but I like my curves so much.