‘I work here, and I’m here for the band rehearsals.’ ‘What’s your name?’ He asked as he consulted a clip board. ‘Barry Snelling, I play ...harmonica in the band.’ That obviously didn’t impress him. ‘And sing.’ That was more impressive. He lifted the tape. ‘Is Susie here yet?’ ‘Yeah she arrived ten minutes ago. She’s a bit of all right.’ ‘Down boy. Are you into the blues?’ ‘I can take it or leave it.’ ‘If you want to catch the show tonight I can arrange freebies for you and a friend.’ I was almost. After lunch the dragging around continued. This time we entered a large store catering only to women. The clothing was more expensive but I had to agree with Nan that the quality was excellent. She seemed to be looking for something in particular, which was a bit strange as she refused the offered help of the different saleswomen who approached us.We circled the store twice and didn't stop to do anything more than just casually glance at the racks and displays. On the third pass I finally asked. She was no longer attractive, she was beautiful. She brought a small rolling case like the one you carry on an airplane and a garment bag. This we stowed it in the back of my Lincoln Navigator next to my stuff. She made some casual remark about the way the vehicle was rigged and I explained that I was an avid fisherman/hunter and often used it as a base camp. She didn't comment on my remark that it slept two very comfortably.We stopped in a little roadhouse on the way out to the party. Over. Will you need help?" Well the casserole is already made and in the fridge waiting to throw into the oven. I've got to make the rice, but the rest of the ingredients are ready to add to it, and there are written instructions." Mrs. Ibarra sounds like a gem," Kellie cooed."She is," I agreed. Just then I got a chirp from call waiting."That's probably Mitch," I said. "I'll call you back." No need, I'll see you at six!" she blew me a kiss and was gone. I answered the incoming call."What's the word.