She came up to me and made sure the carts would be stocked and all my other things were ready. She said that it'd probably be pretty quick since he w...s more into boys than girls now. It had always taken him forever with her. I started to head back there when she told me one last thing. That he didn't know what was going to happen.I headed back there and saw the door mostly shut. I opened it and saw him sitting in her chair. He told me that she wasn't there and I told him that I was there. But even a good marriage requires some work from both partners, and Marsha Farmer was the quintessential networker, letting a nanny take care of little Lola.(Yes. The latin diminutive of Lola is Lolita, but Farmer was of Dutch ancestry.)Eventually, Marsha hung with people who convinced her that her husband wasn't good enough for her, that she was stuck in a rut from which she couldn't escape.But this doesn't happen over night. It took years of development before it became a roadblock to. Once I had them I called my sister and told her. I said that I was hard up for money and that we had messed around when we were younger and we could both make money off this deal. It took a lot of coaxing and almost all out begging but finally she agreed. We talked a lot over the next few weeks and even thought up a script and how we would record it and everything. The website didn’t state any specific positions so I lied and made up my own and said that they required it. Truth was that I. That’s when a car pulled up, “Hey, Mrs. T.”Lisa’s last name was Stevens. Mrs. T was what some of the boys called her, but rarely to her face. She was told once a few years back that it stood for ‘Trouble’, but Lisa knew what it really stood for, ‘Tits’. Bold of them to call her that now, but she decided not to make it an issue.“Looks like you need a ride.”She stopped walking, “Or your phone?”“Naw, Mrs. T. We’ll just give you a ride. Hop in the back.”Lisa paused, then looked back at the empty.