I was golden. I bought a stack of dish-washing pans and headed back to my apartment, trailer in tow. I parked it on the street because I wasn't about ...o get into navigating it around their parking lots.The trailer's maximum cargo weight was just over seven hundred pounds. Hell, I had more than that in food alone. A lot got put into the dish-washing pans and loaded into the truck's back seat. I threw my mattress off balcony to the living room floor below, then wrestled it out into the camper and. I also ignored the fading bruises on my legs. They were a normal hazard of being a hard-working defender. I was slim, rather too slim, almost thin and bony. My skin, particularly on my face, looked dull and blotchy. My hair was a mess. I didn’t spend enough effort repairing the damage it suffered stuffed into protective headwear in the operating theatre. I wore glasses. I didn’t have to look to know that my nails were chipped and ragged. Yet George loved me! I wanted, for the first time in my. That question opened up a whole area we hadn’t discussed.I assured her that I was very much interested in women and thought she was quite attractive, but she was married and I respected that. I hadn’t found anyone interesting enough to date for a while and with working at home didn’t meet many possibilities. I told her I’d had a couple of long term intimate relationships but they hadn’t led to anything permanent, as if even marriage could be considered “permanent”.My candidness opened up her. Sonya knew that Marie was her real mother, but they had always treated each other like sisters, so that's what they referred to each other as. I also found out, again from Grace, that Sonya's late husband had been murdered by his cousin in Phoenix. It was a drunken argument over some money one of them had claimed the other owed him.Grace was in a real good mood about how well the brunch idea was being received. She was sure, when people became aware that it was a weekly occurrence, the repeat.