Joan's was a radiant pink, whatelse, with layers of pink petticoats beneath that swished madly as shewent about fussing John's own taffeta frock and p...etticoats. She waswearing metal grey satin gloves that stopped short of her frock's puffedsleeves, just above the elbow. John could see why the colour had beenchosen because it matched the identical taffeta frock that adornedBarbara. Her satin gloves were pink, of course, and both the ladies'ample bosoms were smothered in the taffeta frocks and. We chatted for a while and then I asked her if she would like to go for a coffee, which she replied 'yes I'd love to'. We went into a small cafe and ordered our drinks, when they had arrived we chatted some more and then she said 'you like me don't you' 'yes' I said 'why do you ask' she answered 'It has been a while that I have found a man that looks at me the way you do, ever since my husband died, I found myself alone but no man seemed interested in me, maybe because I'm too old' 'Nonsense, I. Fortunately, she hadn’t been deterred by my aloofness. Her need to pay me back for what I’d done for her had her help me with my websites and social media. She had quietly done yeoman work for no pay and little recognition. I’d finally figured out that she was serious about being my friend. I’d also gotten my head out of my ass and started paying her. I even worked it out so Frank would hire her. He and Kendal had only good things to say about her.For as much as she’d done for me, I couldn’t. He was right. The older boys were basically drooling. My favorite little kindergarten girl looked confused. She rushed over and said 'Ms. Lynn, why did you cut off your ponytail and change colors?' I said 'sweetheart, it's just really hot outside.' She got these tear filled eyes and said 'I don't want to cut my ponytail.' Patrick had controlled the hard on situation. He sensed nuclear five year old melt down. He bent down and said 'you get to keep your ponytail just so I can pull it.' He gave.