Harry and Amy: Chapter 4

Posted: August 08, 2005 - 10:41:03 pm



A very dirty young man stepped up to the window of the shack at the Homeless

Hotel. He watched as Amy ladled stew into plastic bowls. She was humming while

she worked. With a wry smile, he said, "Miss Amy. You sure look happy today."

Looking up from the pot of stew, Amy examined the young man. She paused in the

middle of ladling out another bowl of the hot stew as she took in the dirt that

covered him. She laughed at the sight and asked, "Cal, what happened to you?"

"I got a job cleaning out an old building and discovered that the old coal chute

still had coal in it," he grinned. His yellow teeth looked white in contrast to

the fine black powder covering his face.

"You're going to have to get cleaned up before I give you anything to eat," she

chastised.

"Just save me a bowl of that stew. I really worked up an appetite," Cal replied

with a smile.

One of the old men in line behind him said, "Looks like The Kid got a tan."

Black George, the man who actually ran the daily operations of the Homeless

Hotel, said, "Hell. Looks to me like the kid smartened up and got tired of being

a white boy."

Amy laughed at the good natured joking and said, "Black George, you know he's

not that smart."

Everyone laughed as Cal grinned and headed off to the showers. It was going to

take him at least an hour to get all of the coal out of his clothes and hair. At

least it was summer and he wouldn't freeze under the cold water. It didn't make

sense to him that they didn't include a Fusion Water Heater in the camp.

Amy returned to her work, laughing about Cal and his appearance. There was a

story behind the coal chute and she was sure that she'd hear all about it later

when folks settled down around the fire. The fire wasn't necessary, but as

Red-nose George said, "It provided the proper ambiance for a Homeless Hotel."

"Who put the sway in your caboose?"

Amy looked up and, waving the ladle around like a weapon, shouted, "Harry! I'm

going to kill you!"

Bits of stew flew all over as she shook the ladle. A good percentage of it

landed on Harry, who stepped back with a smile. He wiped a bit of stew off his

face with a finger and then tasted it. He said, "This is good, but I usually get

my stew served to me in a bowl."

Cackling at the exchange, Hotel Harvey asked, "Hey, Harry. What did you do to

Miss Amy?"

"I'll stew you!" threatened Amy as she fought to keep the grin off her face. It

was hard pretending to be mad at him. She hadn't seen him since that night four

months earlier when he had brought a passed out Bill over to her house. She

hadn't seen Bill since the morning after, but they talked on the telephone

almost every night and exchanged e-mails with regularity. He was coming to town

the next day for their first official date and she was looking forward to it.

Grinning, Black George said, "Yeah, Harry. What did you do? I haven't ever seen

her this excited."

"Me? I did nothing!" Harry stood in place trying to look innocent and angelic.

His pose fooled no one and prompted another round of laughter. When it came to

help or creative mischief, Harry could fool no one.

"Nothing? You kidnap a man and drive him a hundred miles to drop him off at my

place. You call that nothing?" asked Amy. She put her hands on her hips and

stared down at him. She started to sway and leaned forward to support herself on

the edge of the counter.

"Damn Harry. You gave her a man? Why didn't you bring me one too?" chided Trashy

Tracy as she put a hand to her hair and posed like she was a fashion model. She

was about as far from looking like a fashion model as was possible on the

street.

"Tracy Darling, you already have me," answered Harry as he hugged the bag lady

and kissed her soundly.

Amid shouts suggesting that they get a room, Tracy said, "Okay, Harry. I'll hold

you to that."

Smiling at her, Harry said, "I'm looking forward to it."

Dancing in place, Tracy shouted, "Boys, I'm getting laid tonight!"

The grimaces on the faces of the men around the shack suggested that they felt

sorry for Harry. Laughing, Harry said, "Now that we know why Tracy is happy,

tell us why you are so happy, Amy."

Red-nose George (he was one of the three men named George in camp and he had a

red nose) said, "It's obvious. She has a boyfriend."

"About time," commented Black George.

"You can say that again," said Hotel Harvey.

Tracy commented, "Yep. Even my sex life has been better than hers and I haven't

been laid in five years."

Shocked at the comments about her personal life, Amy asked, "Don't you guys do

anything other than discuss my life?"

Hotel Harvey answered, "Hey, we don't got jobs. Got nothing better to do than to

talk about you."

"It ain't right for a pretty woman like you to be hanging out with the likes of

us," said Red-nosed George with an authoritative nod of his head.

"So where is lover boy?" asked Tracy.

Blushing at the characterization of Bill as lover boy, Amy said, "He's coming

down here tomorrow afternoon."

Realizing that some of the men hadn't been fed yet, Black George nudged Amy and

said, "Amy, why don't you go over to the fire pit? I'll finish up ladling out

the stew."

Wanting a chance to talk with Harry, Amy handed him the ladle and said, "Save

some for the California Kid."

"Will do, Miss Amy," replied Black George with a chuckle. He was looking forward

to the story about how the young man had become covered with coal dust.

As Amy settled by the fire pit on the tall crate one of the men had found for

her, the men who had already eaten or gotten their stew joined her. The regulars

had cinder blocks, creates, or broken chairs to sit on. The transients sat on

one of the railroad ties scattered around the area. This was the social area of

the Homeless Hotel, where people would tell stories, sing songs, or wax

philosophical. It was always crowded when Amy or Harry was around.

Tired of being the subject of conversation, Amy knew one sure-fire method to

change the subject. All she had to do was ask one of the wilder characters of

the camp a question. Having heard the story five times already and knowing that

it was different each time, Amy asked, "Hotel Harvey, how come folks call you

that?"

The old man rubbed his potbelly with both hands as he leaned back to get into

story telling mode. He said, "Well, back in the old days the only way to get

across the country with any kind of speed was to ride the railroads. This fellow

by the name of Frank Harvey..."

Harry interrupted, "Fred Harvey. His name was Fred Harvey."

"Right, Fred Harvey opened up a chain of restaurants and hotels at all of the

major stops of the Santa Fe railroad," he paused to see Harry's reaction. At his

nod, Harvey continued, "These places were called Harvey Houses. Now a girl who

wanted to get married but didn't have many prospects often went to work to at a

Harvey House in some of the more remote locations in the belief that it improved

their marriage prospects. They were called Harvey Girls and, for the most part,

they were pretty ugly."

Shaking his head, Harry interrupted, "Most of the Harvey Girls were attractive."

"Hey, it's my great-grandmother we're talking about and she was one ugly

bruiser. I know. I've seen her picture. Ugh, she was an ugly woman. In fact, I'd

say she was buffalo ugly," countered Harvey. He gave a theatrical shudder as

though to prove his point.

Amy laughed at the exchange. Sometimes when he told the story, his

great-grandmother was the princess of the prairies and sometimes she was buffalo

ugly. She said, "I thought you said that she was the princess of the prairies."

Harvey pulled his ear for a moment as he considered his reply. Finally, he said,

"Well, you ever seen the prairies? They're pretty ugly. It ain't a complement to

be called a princess of the prairies."

Everyone gathered around the fire pit laughed at the comment. Amy smiled and

said, "Sorry, I didn't know that."

"That's okay. You're a pretty young woman and I wouldn't expect you to know that

much about ugly."

"Amen to that," said Trashy Tracy.

"Now as I was saying, my great-grandmother was a Harvey Girl. Now the story is

that she had the morals of an alley cat, but I find it rather hard to believe

considering how ugly she was. Anyway, some smooth-talking salesman comes along

and, for some reason, he knocks her up. I don't know how he could have done it.

I mean, I've seen her picture. All I can say is that this salesman was a real

piece of work. You know the kind that I mean. He probably came from Cleveland or

some place like that."

"Cleveland?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, Cleveland," mused Harvey. He ran a hand over his unshaven face producing

a noise like sandpaper on wood.

Harry shook his head while laughing at the storyteller. He knew for a fact that

Harvey was from Cleveland. Unable to take it any more, he slipped away from the

fire pit. Amy watched him go and turned her attention back to Harvey.

The old man continued, "So anyway, she's pregnant. Terrified at the prospect of

living with such an ugly woman for the rest of his life, that fellow goes off

and commits suicide. The result of that unholy union was my Grandfather."

"Suicide? You said that he was killed in a gunfight defending the honor of your

great-grandmother," challenged Amy recalling a previous version of the story.

Harvey frowned for a second before he answered, "Well, that was just nice way of

saying he killed himself. You see, in the old west you didn't commit suicide by

shooting yourself. You went out and found someone to do it for you. Yes sir, you

found someone to do it for you. Of course, a guy wouldn't shoot you for no

reason. You had to find some reason to make him want to shoot you. So that

fellow went out and claimed this gunfighter had besmirched the honor of my

great-grandmother. Of course, the gunfighter shot him."

Amy couldn't help herself, she asked, "That was common?"

"Very common. Hell, more than half the people that died in gunfights in the old

west were really committing suicide. It's a fact," answered Harvey as if he were

an expert in the old west.

"Okay," replied Amy as Black George sat down in the chair next to her. She gave

Harvey a look that said she didn't believe a word he was saying.

"Yeah, it was a sin to kill yourself. But if you did it that way, you could

march right up to those Pearly Gates and honestly say that someone else killed

you. No sin," he explained at the look that Amy gave him.

Red-nose George suggested, "Too bad you didn't live back then. I'm sure we could

have found a half dozen gunfighters who would have been happy to put you out of

your misery. That would save us from listening to your stories."

A number of people laughed, but Harvey just shrugged off the comment. He

continued, "So anyway, the fellow who put the bun in the oven died. So that left

great-grandmother all alone. Times were rough, but she was just too ugly to give

up. After the normal nine months, she gave birth to my granddad. Named him

Harvey after the hotel."

Trashy Tracy asked, "Now why in the world would a woman name her kid after a

hotel?"

"Hey, if you were so ugly that no man wanted you, wouldn't you name your first

born after the place where you were lucky enough to get laid for the first and

only time in your life?" asked Hotel Harvey with a surprised expression on his

face.

"Shit, you won't find me naming my kid 'Back Alley, '" Tracy snickered. Her

comment caused a round of laughter.

"That's cuz you're still a virgin," countered Hotel Harvey with a wink in her

direction.

Amy noticed that Harry was walking toward the shack with someone. Black George

noticed her sudden attention and whispered, "I'll take care of it."

As Black George walked off, Amy asked, "So what has your grandfather being named

Harvey have to do with you becoming Hotel Harvey?"

"Well, every male child after that has been named Harvey to remind us all of the

shame that my great-grandmother brought upon the family. I'm the third Harvey of

that line," answered Hotel Harvey.

Knowing the answer to her question, Amy asked, "I guess we know how you got to

be named Harvey. So where does hotel come from in your name?"

"I don't know," answered Harvey straight-faced. As groans rose around the fire,

he added, "Might be because of the story about my name. Of course, it might be

the fact that every Harvey in our family was conceived in a hotel."

Red-nosed George laughed and said, "Every time you tell that story it changes.

Maybe we ought to start calling you, Harvey Bad Story Teller."

Amy laughed at the exchange. When she noticed that the California Kid had joined

them around the fire, she asked, "So Cal, how did you end up being covered with

coal?"

"It's a simple story. If you want it told with a little color, I expect it would

be best if Tubby told it," answered Cal as he winked at the large man taking a

seat beside him.

Tubby stretched and moved as though he was warming up to do some serious work.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Well, this morning Cal and I went down to that

artsy part of town to do a little begging. We aren't down there for more than

ten minutes when this fellow sashays up to us. You know the kind of fellow I'm

talking about."

The group of people around the fire nodded. Harvey commented, "Sorry, Tracy.

That's another man that won't touch you."

"Harvey, you're another man who won't touch me and it ain't on account of a lack

of desire on your part," she retorted as she plumped up her breasts.

"Oh, that had to hurt," exclaimed Red-nosed George nudging Harvey.

Black George returned and sat down next to Amy. The new person took a seat on

one of the railroad ties in the back. Amy saw him sit down, but wasn't paying

attention because Harry had returned to his spot as well. She couldn't see

enough of the new person to determine if he was an infrequent visitor or a

newcomer. Black George whispered, "He's taken care of, Miss Amy."

"Good," she whispered back.

Tubby let the comments settle down and continued his story. "Well, I figured

that the fellow had designs on poor California Kid, so I was about to rent him

out for ten dollars."

"Hey!" exclaimed Cal with mock indignation.

"Okay, I wasn't going to rent him out, I was going to sell him outright for

twenty. Any way, the fellow asks us if we were interested in earning ten bucks

an hour. Rather than assuming that he had indecent things in mind, I up and asks

him what he needs," said Tubby.

"I asked him."

"Who's telling the story?" asked Tubby as if that made any difference to what

had actually happened. Seeing Cal shake his head, he continued, "The fellow

answers that he needs the basement of his new house cleaned out. We took the

job. I figured that the Kid is young and could do all the work while I

supervised."

Amy chuckled and leaned forward with a grin on her face. She said, "I'm sure you

were willing to take the majority of the money because of the management

decisions you would have to make."

"Sure. The Kid was just labor," agreed Tubby with a wink. The others laughed at

the comment.

Amy sat back and ran a finger through her hair as she laughed. Since night had

fallen, only the fire lit her face and it gave her features a softer and warmer

look. Her grin was easily her most visible feature from across the fire.

Tubby continued, "So we get over to this guy's new house only to discover there

was nothing new about it. It must have been two hundred years old if it were a

day. When we get down to the basement, there's a hundred years worth of trash

and stuff."

"There wasn't even enough room for Tubby to stand around and supervise. Poor guy

actually had to work," commented Cal with a grin aimed at the large man beside

him.

"That was the truth of it," said Tubby with a sad shake of his head provoking

another round of laughter.

"We got about a third of the basement done and Cal discovers this little door

against the wall. So he up and asks me what it is. Well, I tell him it is a door

for midgets to use so that they can get to the other half of the basement."

Cal shook his head and said, "He really did say that. Stupid me, I actually

believed him. So I ask why it isn't at ground level."

"I tell him that's because it's a circus midget door to the other half of the

basement. They liked their doors off the ground so they could jump through it,"

said Tubby laughing as he talked. He pounded Cal on the shoulder while laughing.

"I believed him," said Cal as everyone else around the fire laughed at his

gullibility.

Incredulous, Amy asked, "You didn't?"

"I swear I did. He said it with such a straight face that I believed him,"

answered Cal shaking his head. Even now he couldn't believe that he had fallen

for it.

"We get back to work and soon most of the stuff is out of the basement. Because

Cal is such a puny guy, I tell him to start sweeping while I carry the rest of

the stuff to the curb. Every time I make a trip, Cal over here stops his

sweeping and looks at that little door set in the middle of the wall. I can tell

that he's real curious about it," said Tubby.

Cal interrupted, "Okay, I'll admit it. I was curious. I kept trying to figure

out how a circus midget would use that door."

"After one of my trips, I tell him that if he raps the door real hard with the

broom handle and then opens the door that it will stay open. It was built that

way so the circus midget could jump through the door and get to the other half

of the basement," said Tubby. He was having a hard time keeping himself under

control.

"He carries another load to the curb and comes back. Now I'm not sure that I

believe him at this point. The whole story just seems a little odd to me," said

Cal.

By this time, Amy is anticipating what comes next in the story and is starting

to laugh. Others around the fire are laughing as well. Tubby said, "So I suggest

to him that he try it. Of course, I don't think he's actually going to do it."

"I hit that door with the broom handle as hard as I could and lifted the door. I

hear this noise inside and stick my head through the hole to see what it is."

Tubby starts laughing as he recalled what happened next. Hardly able to control

his laughter, he said, "A hundred years worth of coal dust comes billowing out

of the coal chute. When he turns around, he's covered with coal dust and is

blacker than old Black George here."

Cal shook his head and said, "I still can't believe that I believed that a coal

chute was a door for a circus midget."

Amy was laughing so hard that she had to hold her sides. In some ways, Cal was

still a kid at heart despite the street smarts that he had picked up. She could

see him doing exactly what Tubby had described.

As she laughed, the man who had joined the group late peeked out and watched

her. Lit by the fire, the look of joy and happiness on her face as she

interacted with the homeless men around her made her look alive. She was the

most beautiful sight that he had ever seen. He leaned forward and stared at her

knowing there was no turning back. At that moment, he knew he had fallen in love

with her.

As the laughter died down, Trashy Tracy said, "You ready, Harvey?"

"Sure," answered Hotel Harvey as he stood up. He walked over to Tracy and

offered his arm. He asked, "What say you that we get a hotel room tonight?"

With a little swing in her hips, Tracy answered, "Good idea."

As they walked off, Amy chuckled and said, "The way they argue, it's hard to

believe they're married."

Harry grinned and said, "The way they argue, they have to be married."

The crowd laughed at the exchange. Amy glanced over at Harry and realized he was

wearing his special grin. She knew him well enough to know that grin meant he

was up to no good. She asked, "Harry, what are you up to?"

Trying to look innocent, Harry answered, "Me? Up to something?"

She looked over at Black George and noticed that he was hiding his mouth behind

his hand in a very uncharacteristic manner. She knew that if Black George was

included in whatever Harry was doing, it couldn't be that bad. Looking back at

Harry, she said, "Spill it Harry."

"Did I spill something?" Harry asked while he moved around looking as if he were

trying to see if he had spilled something on the ground.

Laughing at the antics of the Druid, Red-nose George asked, "Is Harry playing a

trick on you, Miss Amy?"

Before answering, Amy looked around the crowd. She almost missed him peeking

around from behind Red-nose George, but his grin caused him to look again.

Squinting, she looked at the man a third time believing that her eyes were

playing tricks on her. Her breath caught in her chest and then she screamed,

"Bill!"

Her boyfriend stood up and walked toward her as she scrambled to grab her

crutches. Excited, it took her several tries before she caught them and then was

able to get them in place after more fumbling. She stood up to rush to him, but

he had already made it to her. She dropped her crutches and threw her arms

around him.

Looking at the clothes worn by Bill, Red-nose George commented, "My, my. He's a

real dandy."

Tubby said, "Nah, I'd say he's dapper."

The two men smiled at each other and, simultaneously, said, "He's Dapper Dandy."

Amy broke off her hug and, smiling at the name being given Bill, said, "He's my

Dapper Dandy."

Laughing, Black George boomed, "So we now know who put the go in her cart."

"The sway in her caboose," suggested Harry.

"The giddy in her giddy up," contributed the California Kid.

"Isn't that gitty up?" asked Tubby scratching the side of his face.

"Don't think so," answered Cal with a frown.

While the two men argued good-naturedly, Amy took stock of her appearance. She

was dressed in her camp clothes, old worn blue jeans and a sweatshirt. Her

braces were worn outside the pants. The shoes were heavy black things with part

of the braces threaded in the heels. Her hair was a mess. Even worse, she wasn't

wearing any makeup. Feeling self conscious, she fussed with her hair trying to

look a little better.

Bill noticed the attention she was giving her appearance and smiled at her

misplaced vanity. He had seen her real beauty from across the fire. Turning her

head to look up at him by holding her chin, Bill said, "You're the prettiest

thing in all of Chicago."

"I'm all dirty," countered Amy.

"Yeah, you are," he agreed, proving it by wiping a little smug off the side of

her face. It only endeared her more to him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't get you out of my mind and just had to see you. I couldn't wait

until tomorrow," answered Bill and then he kissed her nose.

"You should have waited until I was more presentable."

Laughing, Bill answered, "And miss seeing you here? Never. I never saw a woman

look more beautiful than you sitting here talking with these men."

Black George announced, "Gentlemen, I think our Dapper Dandy is a regular

Casanova. He's sweet-talking her like he's got a tongue made of sugar."

"Speaking of sugar, have we got any coffee?" asked Tubby breaking off his

argument with Cal.

Amy, flustered by Bill's presence, grabbed her crutches and said, "Stay here

boys. I'll get out the hot chocolate."

Her announcement surprised Harry and he asked, "We stock hot chocolate now?"

Black George answered, "Miss Amy started bringing hot chocolate over for us to

drink at night."

"Really?" asked Harry looking over at Amy. She continued to surprise him.

Amy made her way over to the door of the shack. Looking over her shoulder at the

men around the fire, she smiled and said, "Be nice to him boys."

Red-nose George cleared his throat and answered, "We'll just have a little chat

here with Dapper Dandy while you're doing your thing in the kitchen."

Unconcerned, Bill said, "I'll be fine."

Harry stood up from his seat and moved over to Hotel Harvey's cinder block. He

knew Harvey wouldn't get upset about him using his seat, but didn't know how

he'd react if he discovered Bill sitting in it. Sitting down on the cinder

block, he said, "Use my chair, Bill."

Taking a seat, Bill looked around the fire. The friendly faces that had been

interacting with Amy were gone. Grim men were examining him with hard looks on

their faces. He glanced over at Harry and received a wink from the old Druid. He

relaxed a little and looked back as Amy disappeared into the shack. Once she was

gone, he looked down at the fire.

"You hurt Miss Amy and I'll hunt you down," said the California Kid in a very

serious tone of voice.

Looking up at the young man across the fire, Bill said, "Excuse me?"

The young man started to repeat his earlier threat, but Bill interrupted, "I

heard what you said. I want to know why you said it."

Tubby answered, "He only said what we are all thinking."

"What did I do?" asked Bill feeling nervous. He glanced over at Harry, but the

old man just shook his head as if to counsel him to listen and learn.

"Miss Amy is an angel. She's the best thing around here," said Black George.

Dropping his voice, he added, "No offense Harry."

"None taken," replied the old man with a humble nod of his head.

"You hurt her and there ain't a person here that'll forgive you," said Black

George.

Harry interrupted, "Gentleman. Take it easy on him."

The California Kid looked over at the shack for a moment and then said, "Harry.

I came out here when I was about fifteen. The first person who helped me was

Miss Amy. She introduced me around and made sure the fellows were nice to me. I

don't know where I'd be if she hadn't been there."

"Sure you do," said Tubby, "you'd be hustling."

Nodding, Cal said, "You're probably right, Tubby. I'd be on my knees sucking

cocks for twenty dollars if it weren't for Miss Amy."

Listening to the exchange, Bill came to the realization that Amy had touched

these men's lives in a very personal and meaningful fashion. He glanced over at

Harry and saw the man nodding his head in agreement with Cal's statement. This

was a tough world these folks lived in and few people reached out to help them

without expecting anything in return. Two people here had done that, Amy and

Harry.

Black George said, "Some of us have known Miss Amy for years. Most of the time,

it's been like there's a weight dragging her down, but she's never let that stop

her. Shit, she's got more reason to be down than most of us. Despite that, she

always has a good word for us. None of us have ever been able to make her happy.

Hell, we've never seen her this happy."

"You can say that again," interjected Red-nose George.

"We don't want to see her unhappy again. Do you understand me?" asked Black

George.

Bill was about to answer that he was in love with her and that he would never

hurt her when Harry said, "Gentleman, you're forgetting that he loves her."

Staring at the fire, Tubby said, "Shit, everyone of us sitting around this fire

loved somebody, but the reason half of us are here is because we trampled all

over that love. Don't tell me that love conquers all. Everyone around this fire

knows that's bullshit."

Sniffing, Cal wiped a hand under his eyes and then under his nose. In a quiet

voice, he said, "I don't believe it is bullshit."

Tubby put a hand on the boy's shoulder and, in a gentle voice, said, "I stand

corrected."

"I don't know what I believe about love, but I only know what I feel. She's the

best woman I've ever met and that scares me," said Bill realizing that it was

the truth.

Amy stepped out of the shack and all conversation came to a halt. As she made

her way to her seat, she announced, "The water will be hot in just a bit. You'll

be able to go over there and fix your own hot chocolate. So what were you guys

talking about while I was gone?"

"We were just telling Dapper Dandy how we all felt about the Chicago Angel,"

answered Tubby with a grin.

"Did Harry get you guys to start calling me that?" asked Amy sounding

exasperated with the nickname. She shot Harry a dirty look that accused him of

greater malfeasance.

Harry shook his head and said, "Nope. I heard about the Chicago Angel when I was

in Miami. That was before talking to Ed."

'Chicago Angel' thought Bill. What kind of person was known around the country

as the Chicago Angel? Having watched her dealing with the men, he knew the

answer. Only a remarkable woman like Amy could have such a reputation.

Your opinion is important:

Please cast your fair vote for:

"Harry and Amy"

Select Score 10 - Excellent 9 - Very Good 8 - Good 7 - Above Average 6 -

Average 5 - Fair 4 - Needs Work 3 - Poor 2 - Bad 1 - A Bunch of Jumbled Words

To Be Continued...

View the John Carter Universe

Go to Lazlo Zalezac’s Blog

If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are

their only payment.

Name:(optional)

Email:(optional)

Your email address (so the author can respond)

To:Lazlo Zalezac

Subject:Harry and Amy

Message:

Posted: 2005-08-06

Last Modified: 2005-08-08 / 10:41:03 pmHome - Top