“Yes, my name is Gregory Miller and I’m looking for a decent three bedroom house.” He adjusted his voice several times while talking. There was ... little silence before the voice at the other end responded.“Well, Mr. Gregory you’re welcome. Would you come over to our office time permitting?”“Certainly what time?” he asked“Okay how about 3 in the afternoon? By that time Alisha will be around to attend to you. ““Fine, I’ll be there at 3.” He hang up and went into the kitchen where Margery was. 'She can't expect me to wear these all day, can she?' he asks himself. Then her voice fills his head again."Go to the laundry room and bring the laundry baskets in here, then go and collect the hampers and bring them in here also." Then a click of silence once more. He works his way to the laundry room in short steps, somewhat thankful to be able to alternate the weight on his feet again. His breath echoed in his head again and he noticed that the posture collar gave a feeling of always being. ‘Why, thank you, I’ll have a still orange if I may?’ he replied in what I thought was an unnecessarily loud voice. ‘Hey, look, grab a pint quick, whilst Ronny’s buying,’ Phil chimed in. ‘It’s happy hour and it ain’t that often the miserable old bugger offers to buy a round.’ Phil was right. Most likely I’d buy that first round and then sit at my corner of the bar and sulk for the rest of the evening. Of course I’d be drinking anything that was steered my way. ‘No, thank you very much, I don’t. " Ok. Anything particular?" "Not sure, but he said his daddy would be getting him a shirt," saidMichael."Ok. There are plenty of things," said James. "Next time we go shopping,I'll look for you." Thanks bro. Just one more thing," said Michael."What's that sisbro?" asked James, using his new term for Michael."Don't complain about my hair length. I will have my own hair as long asthis wig and that day can't come soon enough," said Michael. "And whileI'm dressed this way, I'm your sister!" Ok,.