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True story, one day my hubby said there was a woman at the gate. Living in Jam Rock has its pro’s and con’s, you know like everywhere else; therefore if an uninvited guest shows up out of the blue (family or not) do not let them in especially at night. Anyway, I walked down to the gate…tentatively…and she asked me for a glass of water.  Upon seeing the little girl with her I assumed she must be thirsty. I walked all the way back up the drive way and all the way upstairs to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and dragged my butt all the way back down to the gate. I, pleasantly, handed her the bottle of water, at that point she looked at me up and down, with a scowl on her face, and said “you did not have any juice?”