Your father is burly, with a rough beard and hair to match. He is still in his underclothes, his broad hairy chest poking through the thinness of his ...hirt. Your sister sits beside him, blonde hair pulled back, already dressed in a simple dress for the day. She eats small, delicate bites and glances over at you, pouting. She was still upset that she hadn't been chosen for the quest -- despite her proficiency with a sword and her (small) knowledge of magical incantations -- and had spent all. I stole a few things. Some family photos, some notes.’ ‘What?!’ ‘Mm hm. I never told you, but your father was cheating on your mother quite a bit. All kinds of women too, even negresses. Some of those love letters he wrote? They’d make for good print. Has his handwriting, signature, watermark an’ all.’ ‘You’re lying!’ Betty said, stomping her foot. ‘I’ve been called a lot of things, but a liar hasn’t ever been one that stuck, Betty. Something else you might want to know. Your mother silently. His sister wasgood. But everyone knew there something different about Joey. He worelipstick. He wore heels. He wore whatever he could get from wherever hecould get it.Helen and George Johnstone weren?t stupid. They were educated people,and they loved their children. Eventually, they had no choice but tofight the battles to let JoJo attend school as a girl. And then she washappy. She hung out with other girls, except for a boy named Andre, whokissed her.There are a thousand kids like Joey, kids. I know we started at St. B's. So, I'm thinking it was September, 1968.We moved in the winter time. I recall seeing big chunks of ice in the river when we visited Buffalo.I really liked my friends in Springfield and recall asking my teacher if there was any way to get a list of students?I would check with them first, so that I could write to them after we were gone.At that time there were no crazy constraints and I was given a typed sheet with names and addresses and phone numbers.I added some.