She was nervous, of course, but she was more used to dealing with people than most persons her age, and her initial pitch to me was almost preternatur...lly poised. ‘I want you to make me into the perfect woman,’ she told me. At that time, there was no particular reason to refuse her request. The profit for me would be immense, and there was nothing in either her history or demeanour to suggest that surgery should not go ahead. One month after I had met her, she lay nude on my operating table. ‘Geez.’ Taylor picked up the phone and would scream into it if it were Sara on the other line. ‘Yo.’ ‘Is this how you greet everyone on the phone still?’ ‘Andy?’ ‘Yea. How are the Affens treating you baby brother?’ ‘Great. Except for Sara. She sucks.’ ‘She’s an angel.’ ‘And you must be… retarded.’ ‘You shouldn’t use that term Taylor.’ ‘Whatever. What do you want anyway?’ ‘Change of plans. I’m not going to Japan. I’m coming over too.’ ‘Great, like this house isn’t already over-infested with. I jumped back and pulled down the blind on my window. I had been caught. The next day at school I avoided her. I was too embarrassed to even think about what she would say. I didn’t sit at my desk the next afternoon, too afraid to see her. That night I lay in bed thinking about her and trying not to go to the window. But, try as I may, temptation got the better of me. I let my blind go up a few inches. Just enough to see out, and there she was again in the wardrobe mirror. She must have sensed. I never told him. By the way, Glenda is the name of Roberts mother. I assume that was the name they agreed on when Marcie found out she was pregnant." Marcie picked out the name, but I had no idea where she had gotten it from. I think you are right though, she believes that Glenda is Robert's child. Knowing that, explains a lot of things. Would you like some more coffee?" No but I have some more things to discuss. Are you sure you have the time?" We are fine. Don't worry about a thing. That's.