" We all turn and see a mother and baby sitting behind us."Really that is so sweet of you Ms. That would be so great, I will picksome up on our way ho...e," Grandmother says smiling at the lady.Oh there goes any hope of getting out of this. I watch as the nosy womansitting behind us hands grandmother a pink pull-up. "Do you need anydiaper wipes, did you baby go poop in her diaper too?" Grandma I can't smell any poop this time, when she goes poop in herdiaper we will all be able to smell the. And when she gasped and whirled to face me I reached into her open purse and deftly removed her wallet, which I carried back behind the counter with me.I pushed the paperbacks to one side and slapped the purloined book down on the counter. "Well, let's see," I said, unsnapping her wallet and extracting her driver's license. "You're name is Ellen Norvald, you live at 128 South High Street and you're..."—I glanced down at her date of birth—"Oh yes, I'd say more than old enough to go to jail."Her. Our break up was logistically difficult, because neither of us had anywhere to go. We ended up living together. We agreed that I would look for work in another city, and when I found something she would get a room-mate to help with the rent. I wanted to start fresh and find new friends a new life. I stayed in the spare room. These were some of the hardest months. One morning at breakfast Emily said she had something to ask me."I met someone last week at my yoga class. He asked me out for a. She stood and walked back down stairs. "Well, where is he?" I heard Uncle Bob say. "He's embarrassed, Bob. He will be down in a moment." It was the hardest thing I ever did. Facing Uncle Bob like this was something I thought would never be possible. I sat there for what seemed like a long time. He already knew that I was a sissy now and either way, things would never be the same between us again. I mustered all the courage I had and started walking down the stairs bracing myself for.