" My pa said I will work at the mill like he and Lucas," he said. "But Idon't want to do that. But my pa picks on me. He says I'm going to be adress m...aker like my great-grandma Sullivan." And what's wrong with being a dressmaker?" she said. "They make a lotof money in New York, Boston...or Paris." I dunno, I never thought about it," he said. "But my ma says I have thefamily gift."He went on to explain how he and his ma have their special knittingnight."Emily and I had nights like that, too,". Weena was still irritated about Alice's treatment and told her father about it on the phone. There was a ton of mail, nearly all junk.Martha was still in New South Wales, so Saturday was devoted to extensive household restocking and clothes washing. Sunday Chaz, Rachel and a significantly convex Michiko came over. She was at least two months ahead of Weena. The kids had a great time in the slightly neglected garden, Patrick overturning stones and leaf litter to expose beetles and worms. I heard. "No more 'dancing eyes,' or 'our tongues danced together this and that' shit."Sounds like a fucking tango going on in their mouths."And milking! God, I hate that one! If I read that she 'milked every drop' one more time I'm gonna puke." No...more...milking." My head was drawing closer to the yellow pad as I wrote and I felt liking curling into a ball. He was grumbling something indecipherable about a cow.Now he was staring out the window."Any more, boss?" I'm thinking."He puffed two. ” Andee looked at the bartender, who gave her a knowing nod as if to suggest the guys were decent enough to join. He mouthed “I’ll watch out for you” and gave a little wink. She got up and joined the four men, who she learned were in Denver for a sales conference. Steve, the one who spoke first, was in his mid-40s, married (she noticed his ring) and had a well-kept goatee. Dan, also in his 40s, looked like he was into fitness – not a bodybuilder, but his tight-fitting t-shirt revealed he was.