It was cold up here.Just about the time I was reaching for the door, Raul and Doroteo came in. They had stomped their boots off on the porch and stood... on the rug by the boot bench. The two men sat and began taking their shoes off.Raul said, "Today will be a good day to plan what you want to do to the house. Mrs. Grayson said she wanted more bedrooms. Doroteo wants to make up a schedule on how to handle the vineyards." We can do that, Guys, but I need to help do chores and shovel some snow. ==============================================================================THE SEWING CLASSThree times a week, the guards of the women’s prison let in Selma, an attractive middle-age black woman, who was responsible for giving sewing classes to a dozen or so female inmates. The guards liked Selma since she always brought them nice things to eat, or to wear or even some which were i*****l if you were an inmate but not really if you were a guard. Selma also entertained familiar relationships. As Alfred tried to control his feeling of being off balance the young woman stepped forward into the doorway, looked him straight in his eyes with her sparkling sea-blue eyes, while extending a gloved hand and in a bright soprano voice said. ‘Good Afternoon, you must be Alfred. I am Miss Cecelia DeMillo, I will be moving in and living with Dick in his rooms.’ ‘Hmmphh!’ Alfred thought as he shook her hand. ‘We are now past shock and onto shock and awe!’ ‘My apologies Miss DeMillo, I have not. He looked as if he was either in shock or afraid of the box. "I... I... don't know what to say, Mr. Bookem. It's... it's beautiful!" Bookem said, "Here, take it Bert, you've earned it. It's yours now." Bookem smiled.Balliwick took it and his hands shook. Bookem saluted him. He saluted back. Both ended their salutes with snappy hand-aways. Bookem offered his hand to shake. They shook. Bookem said, "Congratulations Mr. Bertram Burlappe Balliwick." Balliwick said, "Thank you, Sir."He then told.