"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee," Magdalena was saying. Her voice hitched and rasped a little, as though underused. Well, with parent... like those, can you blame her? Danielle was on the verge of just tuning the girl out when she heard a bit of a crackle, and smelled the scent of sulfur.Her roommate had the Virgin Mary poster down off the wall and was burning it."—and blessed is the fruit of thy womb—" Hey, ummm," said Danielle. "You might set off the smoke detector."Her. I was stilltrying to get a sense of her after some of the more recent comments.The trivia started and we were doing well. Pat was helpful but Jordiewas kind of lost. I told her she would be our ringer for nineties musicnight. The waiter showed up with our drinks. The girls all had gottenSangrias and my wife had gotten a glass of red wine for me. I normallyhad a beer during trivia and the look on my face must have showed I waswondering what was going on."I didn?t think a beer would go with. Williams said. He cleared his throat before continuing, “I said, you’re a silly, silly woman who loves to giggle.”“I am?”Deborah giggled, and then she tittered at at how silly giggling made her feel. It was silly to be in the workshop, alone with Mr. Williams, dressed for an offensively loud nightclub. Deborah giggled again, and she shivered in electric delight. It felt good to giggle and be silly.“You are,” Mr. Williams said, smiling so broadly his rosy cheeks reminded Deborah of a squirrel. “Oh hush. Both of you,” she admonishes. “Leave you brother alone, and you leave your sister alone. I had boobs like you when I was your age.”Both of them look at their mother. “Where did those come from then?” Jessie asks, surprised.“It’s called having children,” she answers, laughing lightly. “Either they go away or they get bigger.”“I don’t want kids,” Jessie says.“Then I guess you’re always gonna have little titties,” Terry says derisively.“Mom!” Jessie cries again.“Cut that out, Terry,”.