I tried to harden my heart toward Angela, but it didn't really work.A week before the concert in Boston, Don Vito called me, "So what time are you pic...ing my daughter up for the concert?" I wasn't invited as her guest, " I replied."Percy, don't be stupid. You're all I've heard about since Thanksgiving. Call her; I'll arrange the transportation and accommodations." Yes, Dad." Percy, you're an asshole."I was still laughing as I hung up the phone.I called Angela. "Why did you wait so long?" were. Probably Erin could have done just as well. Hugh's new proportions made everything feel different and strange, from going down stairs, opening the car door, putting on shoes, to the most basic functions, like sitting down and eating."Speaking of basic functions," Hugh muttered to himself. He had recognized at least one of the reasons why he was so uncomfortable.Hugh leaned over to Erin and whispered into her ear, "Erin, I have to go to the bathroom."Erin looked back, amused. "Well go on then!. But I did fervently hope that he was alive and well and living in Indonesia.Sarah’s instructions were straightforward and it turned out that the Gabriel residence was only about two miles distant and wouldn’t be difficult to find, even for a relative stranger in town like me. I was told (again) that dinner would be at six, but Sarah encouraged me to come earlier so we could all get acquainted.It was still raining when I got to their old, two-story white clapboard house. It looked like an old. Then a chain wasattached, she pulled on it immediately, making sure, I guess, that itwas secure. A collar and chain, I would have never thought. The pinkboots too. But they were hidden by my pants. Mostly."You look quite nice dear," Brenda's mom said, "but let's show off thosepretty heels." She bent down and rolled my pants up well past the top ofthe boots. "Much better." Thank you mother, I think he looks perfect too." "Where will you too be going this evening?"Of course, I had no answer, I.