Consuelo’s husband Edgar was puzzling over an english language newspaper. I had the Classifieds.Wiping hands on aprons, both ladies came into the li...ing room.“What?” Karen said.“It had better be good, Newbie,” said her Spanish American cohort.“Yeah,” Karen agreed.Newbie came from a discussion we had had concerning backs with water on them and “Boat People.”Consuelo could trace her heritage back to 1535 when her ancestor, Juan Rodríguez Cabrillo was issued or claimed a three million acre. They were identical twins. “Wow twins, did you swop clothes when you were kids?” I quizzed, we exchanged a few laughs and smiles and then began looking around the property. The building needed love and serious TLC, but I loved challenging work and that’s why I got the builder involved but I was hoping meeting him would encourage a friendly price. We walked around the lounge and kitchen area, discussing clean slates and glass bricks. Roaring fireplaces and large coffee tables, but all the time. I didn't know if I was supposed to look or not but I was pretty loaded ... so I looked. She just laughed and flashed a knowing smile."Oh yeah, I caught you two looking over at us at our table; whispering shit to each other ... That dude your old man?" she said, looking up at me with an amused grin. I felt my face flush again. I was sweating. Christ, it must be a hundred degrees in here. I just smiled back at her trying not to show how buzzed I was. Tearing off a wad of paper from the roll, she. "OK. You know I wanted to be a Ballet dancer." I nodded, I had known that. "Well I tried really hard, but gradually I understood that I was never going to make the grade. My dancing was good, but not good enough, and I was becoming a little too voluptuous to be accepted. I liked my food too much, and the idea of starving myself four or five days a week was way beyond what I was prepared to do. So I quit the school. I did a bit of temping for a few months whilst I tried to think what I could do..