I had tried him, the one time Joe had taken a vacation and I’d really needed a trim. He was good, but Joe was an artist. Two weeks ago Joe told me ...hat Tom was leaving and he was looking for a replacement. He asked me what I thought about women barbers. I said I guessed it depended on how good they were at cutting hair. Joe laughed and told me his daughter had just gotten a divorce and was moving back, until she got her life back together. Joe said that he’d trained her himself and could vouch. "This stuff is positively Victorian," she said, pulling out adress. "Look at this thing."The dress in question was a rose colored satin with a highlace neck and was quite long. Looking puzzled she told Davidto stand up, and then held it against him."Man, this thing looks like it might fit you! I thought womenwere smaller back then." After a thoughtful pause shecontinued, "I wonder. No windows, not much furniture, wellhidden. Could the original owner have hidden in here to dosome. She watched them come toward her and centered her attention on the woman. All she had ever known her as was a doctor. That was hard enough to swallow - a woman being a doctor - but in spite of the fact that she was walking with Dub, and holding his hand, she just couldn't see the two of them together as a mated pair. It was like putting a fine, papered Arabian horse with a Clydesdale and asking them to pull a plow. It just didn't seem like it could work. Surely no doctor would ever consent to. I was a man. I was not a woman. Iwas a man. A man in love with a woman. Too much in love with her? So inlove with her that I was losing myself? Would Grace even approve of this?Would Mandy tell her? Didn't they share everything? Could I beunfaithful to Grace in this way? She had specifically given me permissionto be with Mandy. That was different. This was me being with someoneelse. And not just someone else either. A man! For Christ's sake!Would Grace accept that I took her.