I left the envelope and note on the desk, and I followed Mary Flynn down the castle stairs. We went to the kitchen and I warmed up the remaining hot c...ocolate. I poured us two new mugs, and we went back out to my porch.“I think the stone-ground, whole wheat flour may be part of the problem with your cookies, Mr. Doyle. It just messes up the taste and the texture. They keep telling us it’s healthy, but I’m not a buyer at any price.” Mary said.“How did you know what kind of flour I used?” I. "Is it from Linda?" Not Linda! It is from your male friend Andrey." She also adapted my name?" I cried happily."Stop saying she; it is he now and his name Andrey. Are you willingto take this?"Of course, I took the earrings, and the girls were squealed with gleewhen I finally agreed to pierce my ears. But beyond starting to wearearrings, I didn't change much. I was spending all the time with mycomputer; I was not willing to go outside, and when they were forcingme to go out I was avoiding. My turn. “Joe, you are at a 84%, B,” she said. “The only thing keeping you down is test scores, you failed two tests in a row,” she added. “Okay thanks,” I replied. Then I looked over at him. When we got our assignments I quickly tried to do mine so I didn’t have any homework, but I knew I still would. There he stood standing at my desk, “was it a dream?,” I asked myself. “Hey Joe,” he said with his delicate voice. “Hey,” I said in nervousness still trying to get over the fact his penis was. . worry...”“Now look, I know why you’re feeling uncomfortable. It’s because the lines have blurred - you’re not sure when to act like brother and sister, and when to act like we’re on a date. Is that right?”“That’s ... right...”“So why don’t we make it simpler? Even though we’re always brother and sister, let’s always act like we’re on a date. Around the house, in public - no matter where we are, just act like we’re on a date, okay?”“Always ... on a date?”“That’s right. Always on a date. Repeat.