I guess I didn't notice it since I've been here all along." I told her."Mom." Erica's daughter Jackie interjected. "Grandpa looks like a woman."She wa... right. My brother did look like a woman. There where my brother had been lying was a 95 year-old woman. You knew, to look at her face, that she was beautiful when she was young."Oh, my God." Erica replied. "How?"I looked at my brother and pulled back his covers. A tear fell down my face when I realized he had somehow become a woman from head to. [don’t tell him] ‘No.’ ‘They’re going to do it.’ [don’t you fucking tell him] ‘No. That’s just the sirens. It doesn’t mean anything.’ They were silent for a long time. The man gently brushed some ash from the boy’s hair. ‘Am I dying?’ [yes] ‘Don’t think about that right now.’ High above their heads, a deafening roar issued from the clouds. A dozen pairs of eyes turned simultaneously towards the sky. So this was it then. This is how it was all going to end. To the man and the boy, it didn’t seem. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed. “Shankar? I need your help. Can you come over?” She hung up the phone, a smile of satisfaction spreading across her lips.That evening, Suchita’s mom was working late –again. The doorbell rang about 8m and as she went to answer it she could feel sham watching her. “Hi Tiff! Ready for our slumber party?” she asked as she opened the door. “sham, I have some company tonight, I hope that’s alright with you,” she said to him. “Sure, I don’t mind.” He said,. " Why would she?"'I'm a desperate, middle aged, lonely old pervert," he thought.He blew it, blew it big time!Another tear unexpectedly rolled down his sunken cheek and slid down into his mouth. It tasted salty. Salty, like the sea. He read once that if your tears taste salty, it means they are real, not crocodile tears. They really come from the heart.She walked down the sidewalk toward the train station.' It got her here, now it can take her back, ' she thought. She hoped to catch the latest.