Though this wasn't the first time he'd performed this task, ithadn't as yet achieved ritual status.Three years ago he was a relatively happily married...man. His downwardspiral appeared at a glance to be about his inability to give up hisobsession with female attire. The shock was still there. The first timethat Helen had come home early and caught him being himself. He couldalmost taste the bile that had arisen in his throat that day.The begging, the pleading, for both understanding and. I tried to get work done that afternoon, but found it hard to concentrate. It would have been even more difficult had I known about a conversation going on in the front office at that same time.Although I don't know the exact dialogue, I can imagine it went something like this: Andy leaves after giving his notice, thanking Mr. Carlson and wishing him well.Mr. Carlson scrambles back to his desk, picks up the phone, and dials a familiar number, and squeals, "Mama? Help!"After listening to the. I hoped that I could get used to the guns in a short time.I complained about the situation, but I did not get much sympathy. White Buck laughed and said that life was often that way. Oh, God, I hoped not!The next week I set out for Comancheria for another three-day scouting trip. I was following a different route from what I usually ran. White Buck had some new places he wanted to check on. I did not care where I went. I was just happy to be out and about. This section of Comancheria was even. As we pulled into the parkinglot I tried to get myself back under control. This was a very hard thingto do, as I was extremely excited and suddenly I realized that I wantedto finish this interview very quickly. I was scared at how he had mademe feel, but I was never one to let a challenge get the better of me, orso I thought. We got out of the car andwalked sedately up to his flat, he opened the door and we went inside.He took me through to the kitchen and asked if I would like a glass.