Bragging    20" x 24"  Oil on Canvas

Mrs. Fig and Mrs. Pomegranate have been neighbors for some years. Every summer they will meet and chat.

Mrs. F: Let you know that our old son Bob is going to graduate from Harvard Medical School next year.

Mrs. P: You probably already know that our old son Chuck is the top pick of this year's NBA draft.

Mrs. F: That's great. Our second son Wayne has been accepted by three Ivy league medical schools.
He is yet to decide which school he is going to choose.

Mrs. P: You know our second son Bill. He has five Football scholarships offer. He can't make up his mind either.

They hear humming sound from the house of their backyard neighbor, Mrs. Escallonia.

Mrs. F: Have you noticed there are many guys in and out of her house nonstop?

Mrs. P: Yes I do. She has many daughters. Isn't she?

Mrs. F: Yes. I just wonder why so many guys visiting them?

Mrs. P: I am just guessing.. Could they be doing porno or drug business?.

Overhear the gossiping, Judy, one of Mrs. E's daughters yells out:

Judy: Don't you know they are the volunteers from the Honey-Bee Society?     Do I have to tell, ...you two selfish bitxx, how much we donate to that Charity Organization?

The mother rushes out to interrupt her daughter:

Mrs. E: Watch your mouth young lady!    Don't you have any decency to be humble, never bragging about what you do?

Judy: But...but...    She just can't speak out what she wants to say, starts weeping...