‘Painter’ I wondered? “What kind of painting are you talking about?” I asked her on her next trip to the back where I was scrubbing...away. “Rooms… bedrooms, living rooms, bathrooms, kitchens, hallways… interior rooms of houses. You’d be surprised how many people want to do home decorating before the holidays.” She informed me as she ran a bucket full of hot water for the mopping. “I hadn’t thought of that, do you keep pretty busy, painting?” I asked thinking. Davis said once we were seated in his living room.“Henry, you promised to behave tonight,” his wife scolded.“That’s perfectly alright, ma’am; as I’m sure your husband is just trying to look out for your daughter’s best interest. In any case, he is correct in assuming that there will be quite a number of women who will make up my household. Janet was well aware of this when she signed on with me and doesn’t seem to have a problem with it,” I explained.“Given her weight issue, she probably didn’t. I joined them with a bottle of chilled Champaign and three glasses.On the porch I announced, “We are using you father’s rules, nudity in the water.”Barbara smiled at me and then pulled the strings on her mother’s bikini dropping her top to the floor and pulling her bottom from between her legs. Her mother had been caught completely off guard and stunned.I thought she was going to bitch me out but instead she said, “I was hoping to show off for a while in my new suite otherwise I would have worn. As she was standing at the counter, trying to find a little meat among the gristle, a soft voice spoke from behind her. She turned and startled, dropping the bone from her hand. It was the warden, sitting at the table... or was it her lawyer... or the judge... or the police officer that was in charge that first night. Somehow, they were all the same in her memory.“You are an almost beautiful woman, Loretta,” the man said in a very calm, almost reassuring voice. “That’s the worst thing you can.