Stomps in from parking lot, scrapes boots on mat. MOM went out into the dark overcast night for a few minutes to get some fresh air and intervene in a dispute. When well-chosen words failed to work, she kicked both parties in the nuts and told them to pick up their bags of pecans and go home. Raparree's rockets exiting through the tavern roof gave her enough light to find her way back to the building.

"I'll have one of your hot buttered rums, barkeep" and she heads over to the corner with Sandra. "Gnu, if you don't get out of the ladies' room I'll give your pecans a beating also!"

"Those boys. The shit they get up to . . . "