I saw them look at each other and smile.After Tibor left, everyone switched back to speaking English again. That's when I found out that Tibor was div...orced, with a seven year old daughter who lived in Hungary. He hadn't seen her since she was two years old. My father was talking about trying to see if he could get Tibor a job at his plant, and Agnes and my mother were going to ask at church about whether anyone had any clothing to donate for him to use. My parents started teasing Agnes about. "Raise your arms please." Sheila raised her arms. "Thank you." The bra came off over her head and was placed on a chair next to the closet. "Place your hands back behind your neck." Again she followed his command.From behind, Paul reached around and took procession of Sheila's nipples. Using his fingers and thumbs he rolled and stretched her nipples. He moved in close. With her body firmly pressed against his, he whispered into her ear. "Mrs. Bernstein, you are a very beautiful and desirable. I am a guy, after all.’ ‘I guess,’ Holly said, taking her arm from around Alex and limping closer to one of the pieces of art. ‘Hey,’ she said, looking at Alex. ‘This looks like it was painted by a four year old.’ Glimpsing the other paintings, she added, ‘They all do.’ ‘That might be because they are painted by a four year old,’ Alex said, walking over to stand nearer to Holly. ‘Well, a five year old, anyway. These were done by my niece.’ ‘You have a niece?’ Holly asked. ‘I do,’ Alex answered,. I could see the wheels turning in the heads of the men in the couples Elsa befriended. To fly twelve people down from middle America required a pretty good-sized plane, and probably a jet because otherwise the trip would take days.One of the guys was friendly and talkative. He asked, “Elsa, if you flew everyone down, what kind of plane do you have?”Elsa smartly said with a proud grin, “I borrowed a Cessna Citation X. Seats twelve including the pilot and copilot.”“Copilot? Who’s that?”Cindy.