The bartender brought her drink. Savannah took out her phone and checked to see if her husband had called. She had no messages on her phone.“My name... is Anne. Who might you be?”“Savannah. Nice to meet you Anne.”“Are you married Savannah?”“Yes. He’s out of town. I thought I’d have a little fun.”Savannah and Anne were mingling and they each bought the other drinks. They were getting along really well. They danced on the dance floor with each other and were sharing stories. Savannah had shared with. When I came out, Mother looked at mesmiling, and without a word straightened out the sleeves and skirt andpinned up the hem. I was in and out of the dress in less than fiveminutes. We talked for a couple hours while she sewed. My mother andI bonded that afternoonBy that time, I had already been growing my hair out. I had darkstraight hair that I wished was curly. Perms were coming into fashionand I kept thinking about getting my hair done. I grew my hair longerin case I could find the. I have my quota. Besides, Chuck'll need my help to take care of those he has."That got Steve a sore shoulder as Sue punched him. Mercy kissed him on the cheek and told him, "That's okay, Steve, we'll borrow a few of Chuck's so you can help him out. I'm sure he'll appreciate the help."Jane was still being her confident self and said, "If Chuck is anything like he was last night, I think he took care of everyone of us women and might have even had a couple twice. Please note that I said 'us'. The words, the thought of it, sent a shiver through Violet each and every time she read it. She had no idea who or what he was, but she wanted him to touch her more than anything in the world. * * * You must trust me. Nothing more. No explanation of how, or why, or when. The note was a simple command, or a plea, or a hope. Violet didn’t know how to take it, and didn’t care. Trust she would. * * * You can never know who I am. If you know, it will all be broken. Violet squeezed the note in her.