Paul was so adult and responsible, while I was acting sorecklessly. I was supposed to be the leader here, but it seemed mydesires were getting the be...ter of me.Java Stop was a popular coffee shop along the main street of our city;everyone went there to read the newspaper, meet friends and just hangout, and it wouldn't be unusual to meet someone there incidentally.Our so-called incidental meeting went off perfectly; no one could senseit was nothing more than a coincidence that a popular high. Which was real true!OK, Marsh, I know this is like the longest letter in the history of theworld (I should call Guinness's maybe?), but I really want to tell youabout all of yesterday, OK? Because it was just -- just because. Youdon't mind, do you? I guess you can take a break or something, right? You just have a chatty little sister sometimes, I guess, and I guess I'myour sister right now because I still got on your old pink baby-doll PJs,and I think I still smell like lavender a little bit. You’re the first woman I’ve kissed since my divorce.”“But I told you...”“Yeah, you told me. It doesn’t change the fact that I like you. I liked you enough to kiss you.”“You thought I was a woman then, Andy,” she said.“As far as I’m concerned, you are a woman. There’s nothing masculine about you.”She gave a short, bitter laugh. “You wouldn’t say that if you saw me naked,” she said. It dawned on me then. She still hadn’t gone through the final surgery. That made me think. But I shrugged.“We can. The rest of the morning had passed without incident, with the housekeeper finishing her chores and departing in the early afternoon. I did have a case of the sniffles however, and I noticed that my lips were getting sore and chapped, and had even started to crack somewhat. I searched through the bathroom cabinets and bedrooms but could find no lip salve, so I braved putting on my clothes again, and visited the local pharmacy. The soreness was increasing and it seemed to be getting worse. I.