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. Some wrestler I knew had once mentioned to me how he defined Helen. “Helen Hart? Class… purrrre class.”
Helen led me around the house introducing me to different members of the family. Ross was very business like and shook my hand firmly as though we had just closed a deal. I thought he was very sweet. But when Dean Hart came through the swinging doors, I could not believe how handsome he was. Dean was much shorter than his other brothers but Dean had certainly made up for that in the looks department. His hair was a mess of giant brown curls and his facial features were prominent because of the deep tan he had. Definitely a Kennedy type looking boy, I thought to myself. His teeth were so white that they didn’t look real when he smiled. His handshake was just as firm and gripping when we were introduced. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Julie.”
Man, do they all shake like that I thought, must be a Hart thing.
I was also introduced to a straggler that liked to consider himself family and who barely missed a Sunday dinner. Helen said that Stu had many people who would just show up when dinner was being served. Many without invite, but welcomed nonetheless.
The side screen door opened and in walked Diana. My God she was stunning. Her hair was golden blonde and hung down to her waist in relaxed ringlets. Her legs toned and looking every ounce athletic. Oddly enough, she was tanned too.
Diana had a similar squeezing handshake and I was kind of taken back by it. I lowered my eyes when she said, “Hello, nice to meet you.” Her teeth were perfectly straight and a brilliant white just like Dean’s. I eeked out a shy, “Hi.” She excused herself to get ready for dinner and I watched her walk away as though I was witnessing a movie star leaving the set. Helen explained that some of them had just returned from Hawaii. Explains the tans I thought.
Okay one sister down, three to go. That’s not so bad I anxiously told myself.
The big burly man leaning over the stove had to be Stu. I heard so much about his Sunday dinners and his cooking abilities that I couldn’t be wrong. Especially the way he steadied himself with that big paw of his, while stirring something in a pot. I approached him differently as Helen’s hand hadn’t let go of mine since I shook it way back in the living room. It gave me an air of confidence I suppose. He took the giant mess hall pot to the sink effortlessly to strain the potatoes, when Helen said, “Stu, this is Julie, dahling.”
Stu leaned on his giant paw and was about to offer the other paw, but not until he gave me the look over. Stu was known to check his son’s choice of women by looking at their teeth and glancing at their legs. Much like a breeder checking out a race -horse before he buys it. Strange analogy but has been said many times by a few people that knew him.

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