I, after all, didn't know the outfits,and therefore couldn't support nor reject her claim. All I had to dowas sit back and watch as my previously boyi...h hands transformed intodistinctly cute girly ones. I felt the cold polish being swept up eachnail and accented at the tip, and the smell struck me more than Irealized. When our hands were finished, we moved over to the pedicurestations where the tech got to work on my admittedly not very welltaken care of toes.Looking over at Erin, I noticed her. She was sitting on a couch, flanked by a woman with long legs and a very short dress, and a very effeminate looking Asian boy. She was wearing a white bathrobe, and her hair was up in a towel. She looked up as we entered the room and smiled. “This is the radio contest winner,” said the black woman in the red robe. “Oh, hi!” Cindee said brightly, popping up from the couch. She took a hit off a huge joint and passed it to the Asian boy, and bounded across the room toward me. She came over to me. I stopped carving and looked down at the little snot, and had to control myself when he smiled innocently at me - brave since I was still holding a large knife. What should I do? Tell my husband, scream rape, carve up the "turkey"?I went back to the roast and ignored the hand, hoping he would tire and drop it. Besides, it hadn't moved an inch. I knew now would not be a good time to convince my daughter of her boyfriend's devious ways. Later would be better, easier on her, since even I remember. “Simple, Valeria has an understudy named Luna who is a relative of the guy who manages the Farm. The girl has a juvie record - nothing serious. Valeria took her in hand and now she’s a Valeria clone.”“Now I’m curious. Has granddaddy, or Ramón – not having met granddaddy, I’d say it would be Ramón – ever had to step in because someone didn’t mind their manners?”Juliet turned serious again. “As you know, Cindy manages and sings with La Banda Sage, and about a year and a half ago one of the women.