I’m thinking the FBI, but I want to put him into protective custody until the Gmen get their bureaucratic asses in gear. As far as anyone is concern...d he just a John Doe assault suspect or something.“It would be better right now if we call him a terrorist bomb maker. We won’t have to say shit to anyone else. Are you going to stay out of it?” She asked.“I’d love to, but it ain’t gonna happen,” I said. I handed her Agent Wilkes card, which I had kept in my wallet for over half a year. “Call this. " She scoffed, taking a seat at the park bench and tucking her hands under her slender thighs. "I guess. Is this real? I'm not hallucinating?" "No, you're not," I said, settling down beside her. "Of course not. During my bouts of madness, when I start thinking I'm not the only one here after all, it's not you who's here with me." By the wounded tone, you'd think it was I who'd exiled her, rather than the other way around. Not that Deirdre's quarters compared to this place, but still. "Lovely to. I want to get acomplete physical, from a different doctor, and find out if I canfather c***dren." I closed my eyes and thought some more. "I haveno idea what it would be like to be a boy. All my life I havebeen Cindy. Maybe there are some counselors out there that knowabout this stuff, and can help me." Should I still call you Cindy, or..." Mom, I am Cindy, your daughter. That will never change. Even ifI decide I want to be a boy, Cindy will always be here too."We cried on each other again. Mom. ‘I like making it hard.’ ‘Dammit, Leanne…’ Joe tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let him. ‘Joe, please. I – I want this. I want you.’ Joe stopped dancing and stood still, breathing shallow. She didn’t think it was because of the physical exertion. Softly, she repeated her request, spelling it out for him. ‘Please. Let’s get a room and go upstairs.’ For the longest time Joe didn’t respond. Finally he whispered hoarsely. ‘Are you sure?’ Leanne just nodded, biting her lips hard to keep them.