I was going to be forced to become a housewife and make a man, Mr. Johnson, happy. The reality of the situation ran around and around in my head. Mrs....Johnson told me she was going to make me "extremely womanly" and after our talk, I had no doubt whatsoever of her commitment to doing just that.I did as I was told: quit my job, and reported at the Johnson doorstep at 9AM Monday. As directed, I brought nothing. Mrs. Johnson answered the door with a smile on her face."Shirley! Come in!" I entered. ..the shade was perhaps more brownish than her normal black, and the hair didn't seem to be as bushy and long, but rather shorter and finer. Maybe it just changed colour a little with diet, or less stress, or something, Michelle thought vaguely then shrugged. It wasn't that important. She noticed that her normally bob-cut head-hair was getting a bit long too, and it also seemed to have faded in shade so it was not-quite-black.I need a haircut, Michelle thought, and maybe the sun is bleaching my. " That's not the point anyway," Sofia ignored my grin and sing-song tone. "And I don't mean an obvious connection, more like a cause and effect thing." Cause and effect?" I giggled and Sofia bit her bottom lip, flashing her green eyes at me."Don't do that." Do what?" I asked innocently."Laugh at me," Sofia said. "I'm trying to explain what happened." I know what happened," I told her. "I was there, remember?" I mean before I met you," she sighed. "I never would have been in Rome in the first. Pretty sure they went shopping . . . at least that's what they said last night before I went to bed. Why?" she asked enjoying the conversation, especially with a "hot" guy on the other end. "Well, maybe you could join us tonight. I know I'd . . . like to have you there." "Don't see that happening Jeremy . . . Michael thinks I'm just his creepy little sister that will get in the way of your guys’ fun." "Maybe I could talk to him. You wouldn't mind being with three guys on New Year's Eve now.