While I was taking the plates away, I noticed that the picture under the napkin holder, wasn't sticking out as far as it was last night. Maybe I bump...d it, or maybe not.Cindy: I need to go to my car and get my stuff, I'll be back in a second.Ken: Do you need my help?Cindy: Actually, yes I do.We went out to her car and she started to hand me large case from the trunk.Ken: You sure have a lot of stuff for a haircut?Cindy looked at me with a sly smile.Cindy: We need all this for your new. “Make sure you do a good job I might bring the Queen back with me one of these days!”“That wouldn’t surprise me in the least knowing you!” Gypsy laughed.Gypsy had taken a bath after she’d finished the kitchen, but had missed her mini shower for her hair; with no one around she put on her night shirt as she called it, in reality it was a short housecoat, and went down to the one of the kitchen cupboards where she’d assumed it to be. She was on her hands and knees with her head deep in the. I played quietly with my Barbie’s as I listened to these women reminisce of days gone by. As Nanny would color or curl Miss Ethel’s hair, they would talk, laugh and poot. You see women, especially Southern women of this era were too delicate to fart or even to pass wind. They pooted. These women would without a word of warning or apology lift a butt cheek off of the sticky plastic seat and for lack of a more delicate word…let it fly. They did not even stop their conversation. The sound and. I then could take the constant whining of ‘do this or do that’, or ‘that wasn’t done etc. etc’. But how was the question, especially now that he had finally introduced himself to a woman he had been saying ‘good morning’ or ‘good afternoon’ too now for some time and she had responded.It had been on the spur of the moment that he decided to duck into the local shopping mall, it was quite early, barely anybody around and it was as he was heading for one active coffee shop that he decided to.