I'd never been in a store so nice before. The store owner greeted me at the door - apparently I'd been expected - and told me to head back to the sizi...ng room and take off my clothes. I did as she said, trying not to think about the three mirrors pointed at me and the bright lights accenting everything wrong with my body.The dressmaker was a tiny, ancient-looking Asian woman. She took my measurements in seconds, scrawled something on a pad, and held a few bits of fabric up to my skin. Then the. Sylvia grabbed my elbow and pulled me back slightly, “I’ve never heard of anything like this. A village woman lecturing one of the elders on the fundamentals and principles of their culture and tradition.”Several of the women that had assisted me over the past couple days stepped forward into the gap, they walked slowly toward me, the crowd started to become quiet once again. One of the them held up her hands into the air and the rest of the crowd became quiet.Sylvia whispered that she would. She dialed his number.And to her simultaneous relief and terror, John answered."Hello," he said, a completely normal thing to say when answering the phone. But she was speechless for a split second... unable to form a thought."Melanie?" John asked, and she finally could find a way to answer him with a quiet little yes. "What can I do for you, Melanie?"It was hard to answer that. Clearly, she wasn't calling to pass the time. What was she going to say? I miss you? She'd only met him twice.What. “As if they’re completely fine with gunshots. He’s a psychopath.”“C’mon, man, it’ll be cool,” Robbie reasoned. “Hell, his own grandsons are gonna be there.”“How many times do you have to be shot at before you smarten up?” Lenny spat at him. “Why the hell do you think I’m ENLISTING?”“Lenny, he ain’t gonna shoot at us with his kin right there!” “He sure as shit ain’t gonna aim at his KIN, now is he?” Lenny reasoned. “See? That’s what I’m talking’ about!” Rob slapped his upper arm. “Oh, he’s still.