I’d like to bring my friend. Esther.”“To convince me of Joe’s better angels.”“Yes.”“Okay.”“I can’t wait to meet you!”“You to...o, El.”Essie joked, “That cutie can always sit on my lap,” when Joe told her the plan. Joe had a Mercedes sportster. He always liked the luxury and sportiness of Constance’s. Essie also owned a car, a Lexus sedan with its own luxury. Both cars were parked in a garage a couple blocks from the townhouse most of the time. Cars weren’t needed and were more of an annoyance in. He looked over at me and gave me a slight nod, probably mistaking my uncharacteristic "lust-eyes" as a friendly "hello". I quickly looked back to my screen, embarrassed. The I notice that the folder I'd clicked delete on was still in mid-deletion. I cancelled it and opened the recycle bin to restore whatever it was and then clicked my way though its labyrinthine sub-folders. After the sixth or seventh folder my screen suddenly fills with a hundred little thumbnail pictures of half-naked and. I was forceful in business. It wasn't that I lacked the capacity to be forceful. She was right about having a good balance. I finally understood how important that was. If I'd known it before, things might have turned out much differently. There it was again. I felt him. He wasn't happy this time though. Mama and I both see this thing pretty much the same way. At least she doesn't put the old Kenny up on some pedestal and act as though he was perfect. She recognizes the benefit of acting like a. The rest looked like they might be close, so I offered to buy a round.“Ladies, do you all need another. This is a party” I said.Kimmy was most eager. Her girlfriends agreed. Rachel glared.“Another white zin, Rach?” I asked politely.“I’m fine.” She replied rather coldly. Her tone did not go unnoticed by everyone else. But I did not push it. We were here to celebrate and I was going to do my best not to ruin it for Kimmy.A song from Whitesnake came on and Kimmy grabbed me by the hand and started.