To continue in the conversation I turned towards the corner and asked:“What are you sewing?”“A bra.” She said.“A bra?” I asked.“Yes. The...re are no bras in the market for me. I needed to learn sewing them for myself.” she said and looked down at her massive bosom.”“I thought you were supposed to undergo a plastic surgery.” “I was. I refused that. The doctor said, if I had the surgery I wouldn’t be able to breastfeed my c***dren.”I was looking at her in a shock.“I want c***dren and I want to. "He said, "It's nothing, Chad. Your young lady is one of the sweetest people I have ever met and deserves only nice things. She had nothing to do with her mother's problems." Again, I thank you, Sir."He gave my shoulder a pat. I was immediately buttonholed by someone else and slowly made my way back to Britt with water for both of us.By eight, people had left and it was the four of us and Mitch. We sat down for supper with Mitch seated between Mom and Britt. He seemed more relaxed and happy. You’ll be home soon, so I take off my apron and touch up my make up. My hair is long, down past my shoulders now, full of soft curls. I brush it out a bit, to give it that big, bedroom hair look.My painted lips are red and glossy. My eyes are shadowed with blacks and greys, such a dramatic, sexy look. All those hours of practice and lessons have paid off. I can make my face look girlish and sweet with pinks and roses, or I can go high-fashion dramatic with greens and electric blues. Tonight,. ”Oh god how could she be any more of an internet meme I thought.“Ms. Smith if you want, I’d be more than happy to stop by and check it. If it is indeed something, I cannot fix I will bring it to the store for you.”I almost got a smile ... Almost.“Here let me give you my address,” she wrote it down. “Are you sure you can find it?” She had that look of about to go off again.“Yes ma ... I mean yes Ms. Smith I will put it into my GPS and be there by six thirty.”She nodded, not even a thank you and.