I froze at the corner and watched. They chatted another few seconds and kissed again.I backed around the corner and waited. The male nurse walked pa...t me towards the hospital. I waited a few minutes until he was inside; also giving a little minute space for my "GF."I walked to her door and knocked. After five seconds, she flung open the door wearing a smile (was it for him?); but immediatly looked shocked. I smiled (not to let on) and asked: What's the matter, Kris? She instantly. The counter was cluttered yet organized, there being so much makeup and paraphernalia involved, even blank heads covered with three different wigs. Also as he envisioned, she stared into the mirror as soon as she was in. "Okay Joe, what's the plan?" She was Sadey again."I want you to remove your makeup," he said."That's it?" No more masks." He played with the lights until they were at their brightest, though not at their least complimentary, he discovered there were multiple light bulbs and. The funny thing was, that after about three or four times, I started to like it myself.Of course, Bea abhorred the dish. I fixed a ham, turkey, and Swiss cheese sandwich on rye, just for her. Bea thought that we were too high class for such a 'working class' dish. As far as Bea was concerned, only dirty and grubby people ate Spam in anything.Bea did like homemade mac and cheese, though. You know, the baked kind, with several shredded cheeses in the mix: cheddar, Romano, and Colby. Then you add. As a counterpoint to those wonderfully intense moments of guilt ridden passion, I had started something else. I was taking a life drawing class. My interest in art had been lost somewhere along the way; sacrificed on the altar of being the best girlfriend I could be. Joe had taught me that you should go after the things you wanted as that was the only way you’d ever get them. Could you accuse Joe of being selfish for wanting my body more than anything else in his world? He’d sacrificed his.