.. and I fucking need you ... where's the kettle?" I would of thrown her out, but she smelt that bad I didn't want to get that close to her. By way of...explanation she took a soggy wad of paper from her Jean Jacket pocket and unfolded it before passing it to me. The photo had been taken three months earlier, a private commission, there were only three prints in existence and one was framed in my studio. "That's your work." It was not a question. She unfolded a second soggy mass. "This is mine.". He looked so sad. It would be cute if he wasn’t a creep.“Come on.”I left the door open and David eventually got the hint.“Thank you. Wow, this is a really nice place.”“Thanks. Don’t touch anything. Just sit on the couch. Want anything?”“Water, if you have it.”Of course I have fucking water, idiot. God this weekend is already off to a bad start.I poured David a glass of water and gave it to him. He was overly appreciative. I hated it.“Thank you.”“Don’t mention it. I’m going to change. Be back in. " Lexi grabbed the napkin from him with a glower and wiped the potatoes and gravy off her hand. They both sat back down glowering at each other, Lexi slowly and methodically started cleaning up the mess around her plate ignoring Con, she winced as everyone started talking again, quietly she asked her Grandfather if they had a bathing room, Alex nodded telling her where it was "are you all right? Lexi" he said just as quietly. Swallowing the lump in her throat she nodded, then stood up and. You'll like her... a real spark plug. She makes me laugh, and laughing'ssomething I don't do enough. And Jack... well." She giggled."Jack makes me laugh, too. Don't you, Jack?" Girl, you a fine woman... and got taste, too. Least I THOUGHT so,but now I see you hangin' with SISSIES... you need a man, girl. A realman, not like that down-town lookin' bitch you married, or THIS...THIS... this shit'll fuck you up, girl."Mrs. Johnson laughed, then said. "Jack, now you know me better thanthat, I...".