We walked into her living room. the placed smelled of a chain smoker. She had crap for furniture. A couch with no legs, an old futon and very old 1... inch color tv with 2 knobs to turn the channels and rabbit ears on top. She was 100% Welfare white trash in every way. She was a single mom on the system with 2 almost teenager daughters from 2 different fathers. I found out later that she was one of those fat skank types that change after the black men. Nothing wrong with that but what is. One of the important responsibilities of a wife on our island is being a hostess to visiting men. This simply means treating them as if they were my husband in every way. When I was young I saw my mother take visitors to her sleeping place and I would hear the same kind of noises she made with her husband (who might not be my actual father). Now I understand what was happening. I never heard her complain and she was often smiling when they came out.We live on an island and own one of the. ”“Well, it’s not carved in stone yet,” I said. “What do you think we should do?”“Oh ... You wouldn’t like it,” She sighed.“You want to get rid of everyone but yourself,” I said. “I don’t think it’s that easy.”“Well not everyone,” Adelaide sighed. “I’d like to keep Sherry.”Adelaide was red as a firetruck. She was beaming with so much pride that she had admitted that. I kissed her hard. I leaned back.“You are amazing,” I declared. “Don’t worry if I like it or don’t like it. What do we. Thelittle ride was nice and luckily, we had a funny guide. When we went onthe Pirates of the Caribbean, I got us situated right at the front of theboat. When we went down the one small slope, we got wet. Jenny accusedme of doing that on purpose, which I told her I had, and while she whineda bit over it, she didn't really get mad. It was neat seeing the changesthat had been made since I was here last and how they had incorporatedCaptain Jack Sparrow into the ride.We continued to work our way.