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It’s six in the evening when you sit down in your favorite café for an Americano, a scone and time to sit quietly and remember the day. Not long after you arrive, you are followed in by a group of two women in their twenties and a father and son.

The two women sit across from you, halfway across the café. They are dressed to kill. All the accessories, slightly low cut dresses to catch the attention of men. You are thinking this to yourself. That addition of the sunglasses on top of their heads gives that finishing touch. The words that come to mind? High maintenance.

You look out the café window to see a 2010 Lexus, black with a sun roof. Yep. Gotta be theirs.

The eleven year old boy and his dad sit next to you. The boy is wearing his Little League uniform with grass stains on the white pants. Dirt is ground into the chest of his shirt showing that he slid into second. You begin to chat with the two, discussing the game. Dad took his son to the café as a pay-off for a 2 RBI game and a throw out at home plate. It was a great day for dad and son. You almost mention the two women to the dad, but hold it in.

Dad and son move on and the two women pay their bill, getting up to go. You look out the window to prove to yourself that you are a good judge of character. Dad and son climb into the Lexus and drive off. Behind the Lexus is a 1972 Datsun 510 station wagon covered with gray primer spots. There are three ladders strapped to the top, covered with paint. The inside of the car is full of buckets, rollers and all the house painting accessories.

You look at the two women climbing into “Old Paint” and read the magnetic sign on the door: “Two Sisters House Painting—We Paint the Town!”

Your head drops to the table thanking God you kept your mouth shut.