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give me little ones.  It’s just that Thomas is not going to be twenty-seven much longer, and well, he’s a good dad to Celeste’s Tammy.  We just don’t get to have grandparent’s privileges with her yet.  That’s why I want him to hurry up and pop the question before she hunts someone willing to commit.”
                “Dad . . . Thomas is committed to her, you know that!”  Jenny was shocked at her father.
                “Oh, I know he is, but she might think he’s got cold feet is what I’m meaning.  They’ve been living together for two years.  That’s a good enough time to get to know a person.  That’s all I’m saying.”  He shook his paper and returned to his perusing.
                Jenny let the subject drop.  She personally saw no need in marriage to begin with, it was simply a legality in most societies.  Didn’t mean a thing.  That’s why there were almost as many divorces as marriages.  The word marriage almost made her gag, having decided when she was thirteen and her aunt got divorced that it was simply a contrivance of some religious cults since way back when.  To each their own, was her motto, but leave her alone about it.
                A smile came to her face as she remembered when she was thirteen and decided she didn’t believe in marriage.  She’d aggravated Jason to no end with her opinion.  Told him if she ever had kids (which she didn’t plan on anyway) they would be bastards.  He went completely bonkers on her with his dignified self, spouting she needed to rethink that thought big time!
                The only real reasons he could give her for the institution of marriage all centered around his god and morals and how family is the foundation of every good society.  She’d argued that morals had nothing to do with it and she was never marrying.  He’d gone Super Jason on her yet again and she’d laughed so hard at his horrified face that she’d almost wet herself laughing.  She had snorted like a pig though for several minutes.  Still smiling at the memory she headed out.
                After dropping her bag of clothing off Jennifer did a bit of Thrift store shopping.  She purchased several partial yards of silk fabric and a bag of threads someone had donated.  Then bought a few more used books, one had never had the spine cracked.  Found a beautiful scarf that was a steal at two dollars since she’d seen the same scarf at Dillard’s for ninety-five a little over a week ago.
                Arriving at the hair salon, a little place in Oceanway, close to her home, she built up her courage sitting in the car staring at the salon door.  Walking in she nervously sat and thumbed through picture catalogs of various cuts and styles.  What she wanted was an Alice bob, like in the Twilight series movies and books.
                She kept running her fingers through her long hair.  It’d taken her seven years for it to grow this long, what with trimming split ends twice a year and all.  A noise drew her attention to the other side of the waiting room where a couple of young women with really short hair were looking at longhaired wigs.  There behind them displayed on the wall was the one she instantly knew she had to buy.  An Alice wig.
                Walking out with her new short, spiky hair bob she was grinning from ear to ear.
                Heading over to Salina ’s after giving her a call she began to relax, finally. 
                Salina and her family were sitting down to breakfast.  A table filled with scrambled eggs with cheese and onions, grits, cream gravy, hash browns, sausages, peppered bacon, and a stack of buttered pan-fried toast were scattered over the long kitchen table.  They’d fixed her a plate too, despite her protests.
                “Wow, how do you all stay so trim when you eat like this?” Jenny asked