Unexpectedly, it was Mitali ! I was surprised “what are you doing here?” I asked. Her eyes were red and she seemed angry. I let her in.She sat on ...y couch. I sat beside her. ” Mitali what’s up? You show up at my doorstep with teary eyes .. what’s going on ?” She burst into tears. I tried to comfort her and hugged her. She hugged me back. She stood and said ” you were curious about my husband, right? Wonder why I never mention him? Because he is a cheating bastard ! ” I was shook. She continued”. I miss you all. You have to understand it wasn’t grandpa’s fault. It was an accident momma.’ Debbie held her daughter’s hand. She felt so warm. ‘I know I was just upset. I was upset that you had to go.’ ‘You need to talk to grandpa. You need to let him know that it’s not his fault. He thinks it is but he’s innocent.’ Debbie knew her father wasn’t guilty and she felt awful for having yelled at him that day. It was early June and he was taking April fishing early one Sunday morning. It was still. His lips lingering for a second more then what would have been normal for greeting a friend."Hello Brent." I said my voice sounding clear, but inside my butterflies seemed to be wanting to burst out and fly free."Jade." He said smiling. He handed me the flowers, and ran his fingers through his hair. He was nervous, but didn't act like it. "Thank you for the flowers earlier. You didn't have to send me them, or buy these, but thank you. I love them." I brought the roses to my nose and inhaled. I thought it might have been the single beer I had, but alas when I looked at my hands, they started to turn long and feminine. By this time I was so freaked out that I had to leave, I jumped into a cab, my pants four sizes too big for me right now (Lets not even discuss into my now tiny feet) and raced home. Course, by the time I got home, I had long since forgotten all about Trisha and my body had once again taken on the appearance of my ‘manly’ frame. I guess now that I think of it, people.