God, I hate Wednesdays now. I have to pretend I don't care about Robert, and then he and Mom and Dad go up into their room and make fucking noises all...the damn night. I hate it. It had to be her and not me. One night, Jesus, it had to be after three in the morning, Mom and Dad finally sunk into a stupor in their bedroom, and surprisingly, Robert went downstairs to the guest bedroom.I couldn't help myself. I followed him down discreetly."I was wondering how long you'd stay away," he whispered.. Cindy, and her mother had their talk when they got back. It didn't go well at all by the end of it, Cindy went crying one way, Candice went crying the other. Katherine, and I couldn't do anything except watch.A week later, Cindy was still not talking to her mother. Katherine, and I had been helping Candice move into her new place. Cindy had been going out doing whatever. Candice was getting more, and more upset over the situation. We never brought it up, but could see it on her face.Katherine. When Leena came home after midnight, Lon pretended to be asleep. He becameaware, as she came to bed that she smelled of heavy perfume. Fuck! She’dsmelled that way a half dozen times in the last weeks! “Whore stink,” iswhat she had always called it. He could practically cite the passage in her RadicalFeminist Digest article of 1982 that said that and worse. Only the FBIlooks so close and sees so little as a married man in love. “Lonny, aren’t you going to get up this morning?” Leenasaid in a. His eyeliner so perfectlyaccented his eyes."I hope you can get this all back to normal before Tuesday," he toldJudy when she looked over her shoulder at his reflection.Moving upstairs Judy stated "This is now your room Debrah." She walkedinto it and opened a closet door. "You'll find all your clothes inhere, and before you ask, all your things you had when you werepretending to be a man are now at the charity shop." You will find yournew skirt-suits and dresses here. You are free to choose what.