Just when I began to sense some inner fumblings, last night, I fortuitously was introduced to three Fillipino soul sisters in red dresses and white knee boots. In May, I'd like to hire them to back me up in song while I mop the floor and edit the last pages of my novel. They would act as subliminal cheerleaders, as musical pom poms to banish yucky hum drum. They are sassy, brassy lassies indeed.
