Belle....honey, Now if times and circumstances were normal, I'd tell you to march yourself right back to where you was staying and close the door behind you, 'cause I know your mama taught you that it ain't polite to leave a place without so much as a by-your-leave and a dollar on the bureau to thank 'em for tidying up after you. But considering what you been though, I won't be fussing at you. Still, you be sure to send the City Fathers a nice thank you note for their hospitality and vittles. Remember, you is a lady, and a lady would sooner walk down the street trailing toilet paper than be accused of not taking the time to say thank you. Now, I got to fuss at you some. I don't like doing, but somebody's got to and since I be the oldest in the family (less, of course, somebody shows up claiming to be older and can prove it), it's my duty. Belle, you can't go to the Texas Hair Ball until you get that paint off you. I don't care what you say about them girls holding you down and slapping that eagle on you. Belle, it just ain't fittin. Maybe a longhorn..maybe even a horney toad..even an owl or a mustang. But an Eagle just ain't gonna get you no respect in these parts. You is in Texas, gal! Don't forget it! Now, you get yourself to working on how you gonna get rid of that paint. Lord, next thing you is gonna be telling me is that you done got yourself a Harley and a leather jacket and are heading down the highway, headed for Biloxi, sin, perdition, and a big plate of softshell blue crabs. Belle, stay away from them crabs; they be catching! Cousin DeDe/Dede, remembering the time Cousin Laura Lee got herself some crabs while she was studying art and oil portrait painting at that fancy girls' school back east and thinking that Cousin John Beau Walter bears watching with a right close eye.