I arrived home just as the party was getting lively and was not received very well by my wife. It is against the rules of the party for a man to be pr...esent. I said my hello's and made my way upstairs where I showered, then lay on the bed.A short time passed and my wife appeared in the doorway. She was now quite merry, having consumed a few large glasses of wine. It was clear she was still unhappy with my presence, but accepted I had to come home. She told me it was OK as long as I stayed in the. ”I responded, “Let Kyle be. He’s probably exhausted from lifting you up a million times when you tried to practice that backbreaker of a routine.”“You always take his side!”“That’s not true and you know it. Besides, he’s the runt of the family. It wouldn’t be wrong even if I did.”“Whatever! But I’ve been meaning to ask you. What’s the deal with him?”“What do you mean?”, I asked curiously.“Well, he’s been acting all weird ever since I got here. He’s hardly looked me in the eye and even during. Still it hurt to realize yet again Master was sharing what was his with his friends and guests. It made me feel more like chattel than a person. My worth at that moment in my mind was less than that of Master’s old dog. I vowed he would not break me. ‘No, please,’ I whispered barely managing not to sound like a whiny bitch. Master just arched his eyebrows, as if to say, ‘really.’ He patted the men’s shoulders. They knelt at my feet. Their heads tipped back reaching for their reward. I was too. .. But it was at this time of year that, to some measure, she felt disconnected from everybody. All the native Cajuns always seemed to have a tradition about the way they celebrated Mardi Gras. This included the parades, surely, but they disappeared to family member's homes for Cajun boils or were invited to other parties.Therefore, it was the parades which were her participation in the festivities.She remembered her first trip downtown to the big parades the first year they had lived here,.