The look on Jen's face was one of total fear, like she had just seen the guns of a firing squad pointing directly at her."Let me talk to him," volunte...red Marge. "He'll listen to me."Jen slowly shook her head. "No, this is my mess, I have to face him." Her face scrunched up and tears streamed down her cheeks again. "Oh, God, Marge, what am I going to do?"Marge ran to her, knelt down and put her arms around her. "Please, honey, let me talk to him. Maybe..."When Marge stopped talking, Jen looked. The roofs didn’t have shingles, but were a solid black surface instead, void of texture. No siding, just a flat surface of color. The lawns were solid flat green surfaces, grass comically simple, and the sidewalks lacked the grooves she expected. So, maybe the Hisil was reflecting how dull the suburbs were? But there was more to it than that. There was an honesty to the display, of the homes showing what they were in such simple terms.The park near her old home, on the other hand, was far more. I went back out and explained to my mother that I would be dressing asRoberta full time over the next 2 days to get ready for the interview.She smiled politely and said, "That's great."I hated doing this to the woman, but I was in desperate place. Up untilthe hour of that interview, I did not speak a word that was not breathy,small and Columbian accented.I put the stuff I needed in my pocketbook and headed for the interview. Idrove to the Austins' house at no more than the speed limit. I. In fact, if push came to shove, they’d probably all take his side.”“Oh, come on ….. you’re all talking a load of crap just to wind me up,” she says.“Ok, smarty pants …. If you don’t believe us, why don’t you come back here Friday night and see for yourself? He’s already shown an interest, and if he starts chatting you up, you’ll end up in the back of his van and on your way to get acquainted with his mates, and you know what’ll happen then.”“You’re all sick,” she berated.“Maybe we are, but bet.