After asking my address, she dialed a number and began speaking quietly to whoever answered. I removed her clothes from the dryer, folded them and put...them on the table. I went to my bedroom to get dressed, leaving her the privacy of the kitchen.I came back to the kitchen dressed in my usual Saturday outfit of shorts and T-shirt. All the stains had come out of her jeans, but the shirt hadn't fared as well. I saw the tag end of her bra strap peeking from a pocket.She looked out the window at the. They started seeing a marriage counselor shortly after that, much to the surprise of just about everyone who knew them. I figured he'd have left her after that, but he claims it was just a mistake on her part and he was willing to forgive her and try to work it out.Shortly after Patty had the baby, things started getting rocky with Morgan and myself. He'd start working late or going out with the boys, I figured he was having an affair but could never prove it. That's more than likely why he. ” I peek at Ethan as I pass Michael the pipe. Ethan scoffs and smiles. “Don’t even worry about it. I’m glad you found something you want,” he says, some underlying emotion painting his words. I open my mouth to argue, but he throws me a pointed glance, and I now know I’m still not immune to his impressive anger. I keep my mouth shut. “Do you need any help moving?” Michael asks after taking his hit. “Well, I'll need to find a truck for my big furniture.” “Michael has a truck, we can help. Turning away from the door, I caught sight of myself in the chevalmirror I'd set up near the sofa. It showed me as I truly am; a petiteyoung woman with long blond hair and full, crimson lips. How could Iexplain this, account for my sudden metamorphosis? In all the monthssince I had come to live with her, Aunt Cathy had never seen me as myreal self. She would never understand: very few people could, even inthis day and age. I've never truly understood it myself.The door swung open.Aunt Cathy.