Detroit had more country and western playing bands than Nashville ... and the bars to play it in. And it was bright lights, big city ... why, son ... ...his here's the biggest hick town in these here United States.That's in thirty years ... the population didn't increase that fast by fucking ... it was migration ... from the south and those good ole' suthern boys brought their hobbies with them. One of those pleasurable hobbies was hanging the poor southern black man who looked with lust in his. That binocular thing is kind of creepy, don’t you think?”“Yes, I guess it is,” I admitted sullenly. “I promise I won’t use them again, but I have work I should be doing and I am on call.”“Suit yourself.” She hung up the phone. I didn’t dare even a quick look out the window.God knows I wanted to join her at the pool. I wanted to bask in the radiance of her smile, bathe in the sparkle of her countenance. Just the thought of being so close to her, close enough to smell the oil on the delicate skin. Cook got busy and very soon plates hit the big table where we three sat. It wasn't too long before Joseph appeared. Apparently Columba had called and alerted him that we had arrived and lunch would be ready shortly.Joseph appeared very distracted, and I watched to see how the women in his life would respond to it. They took his lack of social interaction in stride and concentrated on talking with me.Eventually Joseph had worked through whatever was on his mind and joined the mundane. Once the blouse was ready he told her to try it out.“Fine. I’ll just come,” said my amma as she took the blouse and started walking to the bathroom. He stopped her, “Wear it in front of me,” he said. He wanted to see the fitting while she wore it so as to ensure that the stitch wasn’t loose or that it didn’t tear while wearing it. She hesitated, but he insisted. Amma then requested me to go out while she tried the blouse.I went out but then going around I peeped through the window. Amma used to.