I saw that she was polite but nervous whenever someone attempted to strike up a conversation with her.Ah well, you can dress up monkey and bring him t... the dining room table, he is still a fucking monkey - as my boss likes to say.This was how mother fit into the party that day. As soon as it was over I looked for mom and found her sobbing behind the closed bathroom door. Evidently she thought she was a monkey as well. I left her alone with her embarrassed misery.The next day we had our first. Much darker eye makeup than normal but then not over the top either given our agenda for the evening. Lipstick was blood red and wet. We had a wonderful dinner and she was secretive all evening. When I would asked what she had planned all I got was a smile. Every time the conversation dulled a bit she rubbed my pant leg under the table with her stocking foot (which is how I discovered the seams). From dinner we cabbed it to the theater. The show was decent, not great, but in fairness I was. Although today is no different from any other, except for the fact that I was the first one in the kitchen, I looked at my sister in a different light. Shes quite nice looking, long straight hair framing her face, slim, quite lovely to look at. Why havent I noticed this before? And all of a sudden Im not so opposed to our schools uniforms. Her white blouse and kerchief arent much but that skirt she wears really makes her legs look nice. Especially when the girls roll up the waists to shorten. " Is that bad?" Well, to be honest, I would rather be here." This comment brought out the musical laugh again. Jack continued, "Ah ... I have a question ... and I really don't know how to ask it any way except to just ask." And your question..." Are you like involved, or seeing anybody or engaged or..."Tara held up her hand to stop his babbling. "No. I am none of the above. Are you ... how did you put it ... involved?" No ... I thought I found the person I wanted to marry, but at the last.