He wentout of his way to avoid talking to anyone at school. While very fewpeople were interested in him, a few other outcasts wanted to bond withhim.P...illip, however, had no interest in talking with them. He knew his onlysimilarity with his fellow outcasts was that no one wanted to associatewith any of them. Phillip resigned himself to solitude for the rest ofthe school year. He knew that life after high school would offer him thechance to reinvent himself as a man again. He could leave and be. Leaning forward, she rested her forearms on her knees with her head bowed. She shook her head, letting her hair untangle as it whipped across her face. Then she stood up.Matilda shuffled to the kitchen in her bare feet. All she had on were panties. Leon did not seem to notice. She sat at her usual seat with her head down and eyes boring into the scrambled eggs on her plate."I'm sorry," she said without looking up."Eat."Not much was said during breakfast. When done, Leon left without saying. “That’s none of your fucking business,” she said, in a low, passion-filled voice.Wow. Sam had cursed at me! That was a first. She’d been angry with me before, over this or that, and we’d had arguments aplenty, but she’d never taken that tone of voice with me. It left me speechless.With something like dignity, she reached for her jeans and stepped into them. You might notice I didn’t say she put on panties first. She pulled them up and wiggled her hips into them. I was transported, as if by. She sat, and ordered a coffee. And waited. Her coffee arrived, and she took a sip. She was settling her cup onto its little plate when he sat across from her, smiling a "good morning". He reached out to her, and she placed her hand in his. The waitress stopped and he also ordered, asking her if she was hungry. She said no, and he ordered a coffee as well.They had their drinks in silence. A good silence. He stared at her with a half-smile, making her blush. They finished and he paid the bill,.