She stood with her hands on her hips, acting as though she was due an answer.I apologized.“Remember,” Catalina replied, “I am a pussy . . .and I...am a tiger.”I laughed.“You laugh,” she replied. “But you must remember that.”So, on the following Thursday, I pulled up to a small wood framed house on Smith Street and walked up the short sidewalk to the front door of a one-story frame house on the east side. I knocked on the door and Catalina appeared behind the screen door. She sported a mid-thigh. She was satisfied with that Shehad her breakfast and was ready to leave for work. She told himbefore she left to be ready to go when she got home. She told himto have lipstick, eye shadow and perfume on. She suggested he tryto do something with his hair. All morning he wondered about what to do. He knew his wife wastrying to make him more and more feminine. He thought about movingout. He knew half of their savings would carry him for quite awhile and give him a chance to find a good paying. We arrived about noon in Tahoe, checked in and found our spot and began setting up the trailer when the person in the next spot came over and was nice enough to give me a few hints as well as keeping Claire busy showing her his very expensive almost new motor home as she told him the full report of our trip. Bless her, is there’s one thing she loves more than anything is talking and as usual he got an earful which he endured eagerly as most men do. One thing Claire explained with what I noticed. I noticed that the younger of the two walked with a shuffling gait, that her head nodded a bit from side to side, and that she seemed to always have a smirk-like smile on her face. When she later spoke her words were slightly slurred. I later learned that she suffered from cerebral palsy. The older of the two spoke to me saying, ‘Where have you been all of my life?’ I replied by saying, ‘I don’t know. I don’t think we’ve ever met. Am I supposed to know you?’ She responded by saying, ‘No, we’ve.