"In fact, given that I don't have PE or gymnastics trainingtoday, I'm wearing one right now..." Really?" I ask with a grin. "At school?" I glance down...at her skirt andtights-covered legs to try to check, but of course there's no trace ofthe discreet underwear."Why not?" Sarah snorts. "It's not like they perform underwear checks,after all." This time, it's my turn to grin wickedly."I might have to do that myself at some point," I say with a wide grin,causing Sarah to giggle and grab my hand as. I got my stuff together and headed to my storage garage, where I keptall my goodies. I noticed that the key was not in my wallet, which isunusual, but sometimes my son plays with my wallet and I just figured heleft it around. I found my spare and was off.When I arrived at my space, I went in and unlocked the door. At firstglance, I looked around and made sure it was my space. The spot wasempty. I thought to my self, but I paid the rent?As I looked closer there was a note on the back of the. They were scheduled for ten o’clock Friday morning. I was working in the gym around three that Friday afternoon when Shelby and Sam came back from the stylists. It was as if I was looking at two completely different people. Sam had cut about a foot off the length of her hair making it shoulder length. Samantha had dark black hair, but she had put blonde highlights in it that looked amazing. Then whoever did their makeup was very good. You knew they were wearing it, but it was not overpowering.. .."It was Dorothy's birthday, and the whole extended care facility wasbuzzing with anticipation.In the year or so since she arrived at the facility due to losing hermobility, she had become a favorite to nurses, aides, and residentsalike. Not many people were immune to her smile, her tendency to huganyone willing to take one, her infectious laugh, or the way she adoptedthe people around her into her family, making everyone who wanted to beinto a son or daughter.Her daughter Samantha and her.