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LA MADRINA

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Sitting on Rich's lap, playing (more like YANKING) with his beard,
Nat yawns several times; she's having so much fun, though, and fights
against her inexorable sleepiness-its past her naptime.

Tasha goes over to where Rich is seated, reaching out to collect her
Daughter from the tech wiz. Nat, of course, is less than happy.

"No!, " Nat cries, twisting in her Mother's arms. Mami, NO!
Sepet!

"Ya, hombre, vamos a dormir, yuyyyuy...yayaya...tiene mimis,
yayaya...acostamos las dos...OK, OK..." as she goes down the hall to
Nat's room, she calls back over her shoulder, " Guys, I need to lay
down with her a few minutes-back in ten."

The two agents call back their agreement, then concentrate on clearing the
table. As they do, Rich says, "You know what a Madrina is,
right? I don't just mean how do define it, I mean the job description."

"YES, Richdotcom; of course I know. I'm responsible to not only help
contribute for her 'coming-out' celebration, but also her college expenses,
etc...like that."

"Ooooh...'coming out'...that sounds interesting!" Rich of course, is joking.

"Quinceñera, lab rats," Zapata says, returning from putting Nat
to sleep. "When Nat reaches 15 years old, there's a huge celebration, and
yes, ALL of the GodParents contribute. Some are in charge of putting the food,
some the music, some the celebration hall, etc."

"Damn!", exclaims Paterson. No one mentioned ANY of this when I agreed
to this Madrina gig!"

"Stop crying, Blonde One," scolds RDC. "You're filthy rich; you can afford to throw
the Kid a few HUNDRED of those shin-digs."

"Riiiight!," Zapata chimes in.

From Paterson: "BOTH of ya'll can kiss my well-padded ass!"