Pat started developing breasts and even though they weresmall Pat loved to joke around saying he wanted to match Cindy's breastsize someday.Cindy just...came to a point in her life that she would just live with it.Pat went further a couple years ago and came out to their friends abouthis life. Now when they go out to a club or dinner Pat dresses like awoman and even gets men staring at him and sometimes gets wolfwhistles. He insists on being called Patty now. There isn't any doubtabout Patty. I lugged my sad self back into my house and threw off my dress, leaving it by the doorway so I could pull myself back to my bedroom. Collapsing on my bed and feeling like a big loser, because Guy had a wife and she was really nice, I ended up crying a little and passed out like a lame baby. The next day, however, was a Saturday and Katie left for work at about 7:00. The kitchen light next door came on at about 7:20, like it usually did, but I didnt move from my bed because I was ashamed of. If only he hadn't run into that girl. Well, truth be told, he thought, I'd like to run into her again. She was kind of cute. But nah, he frowned, girls like her with their fancy panties didn't have time for poor ex-farm boys like him. He shrugged. The campus mail kiosk was on his route back to his dorm room, so he slipped into it. He always checked for messages, even though he knew it would just be ads.But this time there was a note. Amanda. Her name was Amanda, he mused. Something in the way. Or wanted to read. She could cut you into giblets if she wanted to.He turned a page in his book, and chuckled. Dave Barry had never failed to cheer him up."What are you laughing at?" Polina asked. Her voice had changed as well as the days went by, becoming higher and clearer, the rasp of the Grandmother left behind."A humorist. A man who tells funny stories. His name is Dave Barry, and he points out how ridiculous people are." In what way?" Polina asked, interested.Bill quickly leafed through.