There wasn’t a holiday or personal celebration that went by that Pat didn’t go all out for Cindy buying her flowers, gifts and taking her out to e...otic places like for her birthday and such. Cindy wanted children so bad but nothing ever amounted to much during the few times they actually had sex. Pat was so reluctant to father children. He always told her he didn’t want his son to grow up being like him if he ever had any kids. Of coarse Cindy felt terrible about it and even tried to get Pat. “Whether it is out of desire, curiosity, disbelief: I am very happy to see someone in this store. Please, come take a look around , and I’m sure you will find something that catches your eye.”“We have a variety of jewelry and other accessories. Gemstones that sparkle on golden chains, and what’s more, they give you powers beyond your wildest imagination! Be warned though: these powers can be as much of a curse as they are a blessing. When you find yourself wanting them gone, you might not be. She needed to protect art from being despoiled.“Nothing is more important to an object than its use,” growled Theophil. “Art is a luxury afforded to societies with the wealth to idle time on waste and frivolity.”“Frivolity?” Kora's face twisted in outrage. “It provides escape for people from the hardships of their life. Are you so dead inside you cannot recognize that fact? Don't you feel that need to be a part of something greater? That connection to the divine? To insights into the world. Goldstein wasn’t quite as large as the pimp-protector, Columbo. Although it was hard to say for sure since her floor length muumuu was probably voluminous enough to fit him.She wore incongruous sparkly cat lady glasses on a gold chain. Matching tiara on a store-dyed black bouffant hairdo. Neon-red fingernails. An unlit cigarette in a foot-long holder.Mrs. Goldstein had ‘an unexpected cancellation’ and could fit me in for $40. Curiouser and curiouser. In her living room she had a Bozo the Clown.