It was the first Tuesday after their trip to St. Paul. Mark was working. Annie supposedly had the day off but not really as she was to meet Adebayo at the Arts Barn.
Nelson Adebayo was at his finest in his black tank top and tight blue jeans, his silver studded belt with the big silver buckle, and brown sandals. The Afro-Canadian man flitted from table to table at the Arts Barn, tweaking a nose here, pinching a cheek there. Very sexist and very politically incorrect, yet nobody took offense. He owed them all money and they were all related in some way, either through extended family or friendship. Everybody loved Nelson. Especially the women.
Annie put-putted on her little red Vespa to the Arts Barn in the early afternoon, a huge wicker basket thrown over the back, and money in her pocke
