. getting married for real, right?” “We are,” Alicia promised. “You were there when Mike proposed . . . gave us both rings, remember?” “...With an advance from my estate,” Tracey smiled, briefly holding up her left hand and glancing at the small diamond ring I had given her. “Hey,” I mildly objected, “I have two interviews lined up, thanks to Nate. New job’s coming soon.” “As soon as I’m out of the way,” Tracey murmured. “But Mike,” she then said, “thanks for marrying both of us . . . even if. I stopped crying and hugged her and said, "Promise?" Shenodded.About a week later, on a rainy Wednesday during the summer, he came intomy room with a box. She told me it came from my Aunt Joan, her sister.She said, "I told Aunt Joan that we have a neighbor who has an 8 yearold girl and she could use the clothes Mary, my 13 year old cousin, hadgrown out of. She let me open the box and inside were a couple ofdresses, some tights, little girl panties, slips and two pairs ofMaryjane shoes one in. "Charlene paled. This was obviously not good news and I wondered if she could keep from crying. I felt compassion for her like never before. Then, of course, I quit the altruism trip and felt sorry for myself. I would have had him some of those nights.Deborah said, "You said you were in drama. Selling is drama, but you have to learn to listen and the client doesn't always follow the script. We have prepared scripts on what to emphasize for what kind of client, so you have to be able to classify. I can already smell something wonderful coming from inside.The sight that greets me when I step into the kitchen makes me grow horns immediately. Sally is bent over sliding a flat pan of garlic biscuits into the oven and she's wearing a bibbed granny apron – and nothing else. I can see a tuft of dark fur peeking out from between her legs and I know this picture was timed for my benefit. She closes the oven door and stays bent over at the waist, looking over her shoulder at me and bobbing her.