"How's Celia?" She's fine, Sir ... thank you for asking ... and you how are you?" Couldn't be better," I said, rising to my feet and extending my hand... "I just wanted to say so long. Things may get weird around here next week." Thank you for everything, Sir. You've been like... ," he said as he took my hand."You're dismissed, Maize," I said, sinking back into my chair, unable to say more. He did an about-face and left my room."You've been like ... a brother," I whispered, finishing his. “I think I will be fine in a Moment baby, can I have something to drink please?” Danny went to the kitchen and pour some cola for his Mom, and rush to the bedroom. His Mother was sitting on the bed with her legs of the bed. “Thank youSon,” she took the glass and with one sip she drank about half the glass empty. “Can you help me to the toilet please Son, my legs are like jelly.” She smiled at her Son. Danny helped his Mother to the toilet, as she sat down on the toilet he went back to the room,. Not that it was intentionallysegregated, but I think there were only a few black or Hispanicneighbors. So, Charles would catch people's attention, especially as hewould be walking with a white woman. But it was more how Amy wasdressed. The romper was very skimpy and showed a bit too much for mytaste. Even worse, I could see the incriminating ankle tattoo. Anyonelooking close might figure out what was happening. The idea they wouldbe advertising their relationship, and by implication, mine was. Fortunately, Woody had a good porn collection of pirated copies, curtesy of a buddy in who lived in the neighbouring town. Most nights, Woody watched these movies on his old television set.As Woody sat eating spaghetti and mince there was a knock on his front door. When Woody opened the door his eyes lit up as he observed the beautiful young woman before him. After introductions, Sylvia explained her situation to him and asked if she could camp on his property. She had scarcely finished her.