Now for those who don't know Market Street Cinema, think old time movie theatre with row after row of padded seats, with one central aisle, facing a ...ingle screen or in this case, a stage, and that sums up MSC in the late 1980s. Only the lights for the dancer on stage were on and the rest of the cinema remained in dusky darkness, so the gals working the seats and offering "company" had lots of freedom. And it was during my second visit to the cinema that I met a lovely mature lady who went by. "I'm sorry about the table wear," he said, but I thought you'd be happy just to have the food. I also got you a new shirt and some jeans since your's were ruined. Plus underwear and shoes and socks. After you eat, we'll get you dressed."Janny came over and said, "I'll help him with the food and you can sit by Sally for awhile."Because of the shoulder, I couldn't get a my hand up to my mouth. I couldn't even reach the table at the time. Janny had to feed me like a baby but I was so hungry I. We weren’t really close before but whatever happened in the next few days, brought us closer in ways nobody could imagine.I greeted my uncle and aunt and set out to meet Dipika, my cousin, also the bride. I couldn’t really recognize her at first. She used to be this shy, conservative sort of girl who wouldn’t wear anything but full-sleeved t-shirts and pajamas too big for her. She used to be this obese little girl with messy hair and huge spectacles that covered most of her face.But now, her. "Pete poked Randall in the side. "I think," he said, "that the honeymoon ended the first time your bride heard that buzzsaw snore of yours."Maybe the poke was harder than the moment called for. Or maybe Randall hadn't been as oblivious as he appeared to the way Pete and Lucy eyed each other. For whatever reason, the older man jerked sharply away at Pete's touch and brought his fists up.Steve stepped between them, waving them toward neutral corners. "Hey, how about sleeping outside? Anyone up.