When I finished and pulled out the girls shrugged but said that they would be back again tomorrow after school.On our way home Jasmine suggested that ...he club only be open from right after school until maybe eight o’clock on Wednesday and Thursday nights, to eleven o’clock on Friday nights, and then from four to midnight on Saturdays. That way the girls could have Sunday, Monday, and Tuesdays off to do their homework. She had considered noon to midnight on Saturdays but then she wasn’t sure. "L saying hi to both Denise and Carol clued Mary in to her momentary rudeness. "I'm sorry Carol. I'm Mary, the dyke. Oh hell, just a second Pussycat." Mary stood and circled the table and crouched and hugged and kissed Carol on the cheek. "Welcome." Thanks." I'll get to you later," smiled L. "I'm second rung here anyway." Bullshit," said Marianne."Anyway, welcome." Thanks." Okay Denise," Margie began."What's this Pussycat shit?" Denise asked."Uhm, you can blame me," Margie responded. "I once. She then asked if I could help her move, it was a sad day for her and couldn’t hold back her tears when saying goodbye to Dee. We all had become very close over the years and she promised to stay in touch. She held me even longer this time when I walked her to her car. The next morning we had the rental truck loaded and said goodbye again to Dee and hit the road. For the first hour Barbra said little, only directions on where to go and by the time we passed Buffalo it had started to snow. Soon. . three months ... are not in my memory ... they do not exist. Doctors, surgeons and specialists did things of which I was unaware. In my mind ... or at least ... within the range of my hearing ... plans were made, attempted and finished ... I don’t know what.I recovered my senses in hospital. I doubt I’ll ever be pretty again. The nurses actively keep me from mirrors. Not that it matters ... I am kept in the dark.The day came for the unwrapping ... just my head ... the rest of me was toast ....