It was bright red with lace on the sleeves and an extreme scoop neck. The scoop came down to Joans areola and the hem was high on her thighs. The sale...s lady looked scandalized when she saw it on Joan. Joan smiled and paid. My business ended and the rest of the business crowd flew home. Joan and I stayed. We decided to go to a local Cantina for dinner and fun. The place was near the resort and we walked to it. We got there a little after 8. The room was smoky and dark. It had a bar, dance floor. Made it." It was one I done during my time.She looked impressed. "Wow, I couldn't do that. You obviously have the dosh to buy, why make it?"I shrugged, "This way I get exactly what I want." Cool, maybe you can do me some things?" I nodded and smiled, "Look, I'm going for a little Bond Street therapy later with some of the girls. Want to come?"We both kept on dressing and just started chatting. Mostly about clothes, she wanted to know where my shoes came from. I asked about her handbag. Some of. .just some roast that I put in the crock pot this morning." Sounds good...I guess I'll get myself cleaned up from the road and head on down for some Radisson 'home cooking'...sure miss you and the kids, hun." Okay, sweetie...I just wanted to make sure you weren't laying on the side of the road somewhere...Neil..." ...yeah?" Please don't forget to check in with me...okay?...you know how I worry about you." Yeah, sure, hon...sorry, I just was tired from driving all day..."They chatted for a few. “I’ll go get it.”I went outside to retrieve the contents of our mailbox, among which was an invoice from Lincolnville Memorial. “Bill from the hospital,” I remarked as I stepped inside. “Addressed to you.”“You open it. I can’t look.”I tore it open. “Little Annette cost us six thousand four hundred ninety-seven dollars and forty-three cents ... of which, our insurance covered five thousand one hundred ninety-seven dollars and ninety-four cents, leaving us on the hook for pennies under thirteen.