Then we slow danced through the rest of that song. And when it was over everyone clapped again. Then we sat back down and had some more cake."So you l...ke the cake too?" I asked."Yes. Damn, that's perfect too. Where did you order it?" Judy asked."Connie ordered it at some cake shop. I guess they get a lot of wedding cake orders," I replied."Cool," Judy said.Then we finished some more cake and wanted to dance some more."You're so not off the hook just yet, dance with your wife some more now,". I spotted Happy, curly, dark-brown hair swaying about her shoulders as she moved to the music, a look of worshipful ecstasy painted on her face. Imagine that, the prude could smile. Her face was actually pretty when she wasn't frowning. She looked a youthful thirty, her figure sleek beneath a long, floral skirt and modest white blouse.I pushed my way through the crowd. None seemed to notice – or maybe they didn't care, chalking it up to 'God' – that an invisible force pushed them to the side. I. Janie was in the corner, helping a younger cousin frost a cookie. She ran a stray curl of hair over her ear and smiled."Hey," he said."Hey," she replied.A crowded kitchen wasn't a good place for delicate conversation. At least not for the conversation he wanted to have."There he is," a voice cried."Mr. Mendoza, it's good to see you," Scott responded."I think you can call us Connie and Hector," Mrs. Mendoza said."Absolutely," her husband agreed. "And don't think I've forgotten the favor you did. Luckily, some of the guys from the about-to-be-closed shop came by to see if there were any jobs. Duke and I interviewed them and hired two guys who we thought would do a good job and stick with us long-term. I’d no sooner got Duke settled than I had a visit from Martin Williston and Tom Humphreys. Tom was the real estate agent that had negotiated the rental of Duke’s shop for us. Martin was a member of the city council. They had come to see me about another piece of property and wanted to know.