And you know what father. I made it. I made it.’ ‘You see this dress father? It was the one I wore as Ophelia, all those long years ago, all thos... sad long years. And you never saw me in it father, never saw it, because life is unfair father, so unfair!’ the old voice cracked now, whispered, she knelt before the chair, weeping ‘you died father, your heart just gave out, one month before I got this first big part. You never saw me on that stage.’ She climbs unsteadily to her feet, holding onto. Peter somehow found himself hugging her. Gently holding her as her tears slowed. She was a few inches shorter that Peter. Her hair smelled fantastic. Dully, he realized it wasn't a wig."It's these fucking hormones," she finally told Peter's false chest with a sigh. "Keeping just the right levels is a total bitch. I'm sorry I freaked out - but people have been giving me the eye all night, whispering, laughing, and..." Hey, hey.," he soothed. "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke."Her blue eyes. Cathy and Carol were sitting in the kitchen. They hadn't seen each other in a very long time and wanted to get re-acquainted. So many things had happened sinc they had last seen each other. Carol had been in her Senior year of High School, and Cathy had been in her last year of Elementary School. They sat talking about the people they both knew, and things they had seen and done. Cathy's Mom and Carol's Mom had both been in a couple of organizations together. This is where Cathy and Billy had. .. Amanda's,in fact. By the time he woke up, he knew everything about her, fromwhat food she liked and how she put on makeup, to more intimate details,like her first kiss. Unfortunately he couldn't find much of anythingabout himself in her mind. Seeing that he was just "Evan's friend" toher left him a bit disheartened. At the same time, though, as hestepped into the bathroom clad only in a robe, he realized it didn'tmatter much at this point. He had fantasized about being close toAmanda.