Dear Belle, I couldn't help but read what you told Dede. You know that I'm not the kind of woman to put my nose into anybody's business but my own, but this is one of those exception that proves the rule. Belle, you think twice before you go defiling your body with needles and paint. You may be in a low place right now, but you is a LADY, Belle, and while a lady can wear all the paint she wants, it had best be the kind that washes off with some good pine tar soap. Your mama would roll over in her grave is she knew what you is contemplating. And you know that Preacher would be real disappointed. Think on it, Belle. I know you will Do the Right Thing. Or else. Aunt Edna