”“Really?” Frank Junior said. “What could hurt Mom? She's, like, invincible!”“Well,” Frank grinned helplessly, “She met her match, tod...y…” He didn’t explain it any further than that. It was, he decided, none of the kids’ damned business.Dinner was lobster, filet mignon, and a very tender butterflied flank with baked potato shells filled with whipped potato and cream, chives and soft bits of flavored pork – not bacon, the maitre-de insisted as Tabatha displayed her lack of high-class table. ‘We don’t close the office until 7:00. It’s only a quarter after 4:00, so you’re fine.’ She collected his identification. ‘So this is your first visit?’ ‘Yeah. Yeah, it is,’ said Kevin, as Paula Xeroxed his insurance card and license. He looked around anxiously, mumbling to himself. ‘W-where…where’s my wal—’ He remembered he had set his wallet down on the counter to give Paula his info. ‘Oh—!’ he said. He gave himself a light slap on the forehead. Glancing back at him from the Xerox machine,. “What is this,” I ask.“My sister said she forgot to give you her number in case she doesn’t see you before you leave and she wants you to call and write.”“Ok,” I say.Hector pulls away and we start walking towards the house with Rachael a little bit behind me, as I feel a hard slap on my ass.“OWW,” I turn to face Rachael and see a shit-eating grin on her face.“OH MY GOD, you did the nasty with Imelda,” she says.“That’s my business, Just like your sexuality is your business,” I say as I’m. Whatcha shopping for?"She patted the MacBook. "I need computer for school." Listen, we're doing business here, fella. If you'd kindly wait your turn, this won't take long." Sgt. Papa held up his palm, intended to stop my interference.Which made me all the more interested in their discussion. I had a feeling Sgt. Papa was going to take an inappropriate amount of Nashta's hard earned money. Not that old Sarge was a crook. Maybe just not the most trustworthy guy in town. "I know this young woman.".