How could you?"Donald stood there a looking confused, his biology course did have an anatomy module but that was last year and he'd passed it with fly...ng colours. He knew his mother had been driving him hard to improve his grades. To her, being in the top ten percent wasn't good enough, he had to be top. So a letter alleging he'd failed something would be a hammer blow, but it didn't make sense, he hadn't failed.Before he could get his brain into gear and say something his mother continued.. .. good night, then," Caroline said, and left abruptly, closing the door behind her.Sam picked up the book he'd been reading earlier and settled back to wait. He didn't want to see a therapist, but he didn't really think he would have to. After seeing his mother, he knew what he was going to do.Caroline got ready for bed with a feeling of despair. She'd eaten her dinner alone, and sat listlessly staring at a book without reading it. Another glass of brandy had made her feel dizzy, but hadn't. If anyone suspected he was male they wereusually too polite to show it, but he didn't mind if they did. Mostly he looked so pretty it never occurred to them. Thenafterward they'd chuckle together at the reactions of those whowere deceived and those who weren't. He did look adorable, Beth told me, and men made passes at him allthe time, which amused his wife. Women did too, which didn't amuseher at all. She insisted that he remain faithful, that he enjoy nointimacies with other women ever,. Having not eaten for a while, our mouths were watering badly. I set up my billycan and began to melt snow for water. This took longer than I thought, as I didn't fully appreciate just how much snow was required to get a full billycan of water. Filling the billy with snow and then melting it only produced an inch or so of water in the can. Still, I had nothing else to do as I waited for the mutton, so I patiently fed more snow into the boiling can until I had enough to fill up the water.