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bourgeois pretensions. Bobby was militant about being middle of the road. "She probably thinks Monet is 'the
     root of all evil.'"
    "First of all, that's my big sister you're dogging," a woman's voice responded, its owner following it out of the kitchen.
     "Second, even if I agreed with you - which I do - it wouldn't be right for me to say so since she's also flipping your bill.
     If it was up to me, I would have just got some bums off the corner to do the job for beer and pizza." The comments came coated
     in good humor, but Snowden could still see Bobby acting shaken, his lips fluttering before his words started bouncing through.
    Standing before Bobby Finley, Piper Goines seemed like a separate species: better bred, better fed, better raised. Apparently
     taller than Bobby (he stooped so much, it was hard to tell even with him coiled next to her), Piper was round in face and
     arms, making her look both soft and strong at the same time. The curves below her waist that Horus coveted were lost in the
     folds of Piper's mud-cloth skirt, material as thick and wrinkled as elephant skin. Her beauty was in her face, the nose that
     dripped down into a smile of bright teeth and dark gums, but her strength shone all over her.
    It seemed obvious to Snowden that Bobby Finley, who fit in his uniform like one french fry in a potato sack, was not in the
     same league as Piper Goines. Literally, figuratively, she seemed too much for him. If this was Bobby's ideal partner, Snowden
     deduced his concept of the perfect human relationship must be based on the model set by the praying mantis.
    "Hey, don't worry about it, my sister's a freaking Republican," Bobby responded. This might have been a good return, had Bobby
     not nearly said "fucking" and only caught himself after the first syllable, or had a sister at all. The last bit was immediately
     revealed as false when Piper asked, "Oh yeah? Is she older or younger?" and Bobby answered, "Medium."
    Snowden broke in only to save him. "Madame, you got some nice furniture and all, but oak? Don't you think it's a little .
     . . how do you say . . . heavy? You know, Wal-Mart does some lovely things with plywood nowadays."
    Snowden just got the first laugh. So that's how that started.
    "See, this brother knows how to get a good tip," Piper Goines pointed out to Bobby. "He understands you have to charm a client." Her hair hung in soft bush behind her head, too much Euro in her blood to make a proper Afro.
    "Ms. Goines, you have my humblest apologies. I'd like you to have this as a peace offering," Bobby leaned forward, The Great Work in hand. Snowden hadn't noticed it on him, but with the way his outfit fit, Bobby could have concealed a whole library inside
     its folds.
    "Oh. OK. Is it any good?" Piper reached out and took it from him, inspected its front and back, flipped the pages like that
     would tell her something.
    "I hope so. I wrote it." Bobby beamed back at her.
    "Cool. I write too. I just started as a staff reporter for the New Holland Herald " was Piper's response, and Snowden looked up to see Bobby's earnest reaction, as if they hadn't sat around his apartment on
     several occasions drinking while Bobby read the rag aloud and goofed on it. "What the hell, you go put this on the window
     ledge in my study and when I get a chance, I'll read it."
    From the look on Bobby's face, Snowden could tell he was confused. He seemed to think Piper just said "I love you" from the
     way his lips quivered, his eyes instantly teared. Bobby's speed in disappearing down the hall to perform the task was the
     only thing that saved him from melting down completely before her.
    As soon as Bobby was gone, Piper Goines turned to Snowden, grabbed him by his wrist and smiled, "OK, muscle man, I've got
     another task for you to do besides standing there and looking cute."
    "You want me to sit down?" Snowden asked. There was guilt over flirting with Bobby's latest obsession, but it was reduced
     considerably by his