I might be in a nightie and lookvaguely girlish, but my preferences were purely hetero. It must be a posttraumatic stress thingy."Mind you," I thought... talking to my inner self, "if I like being a girland dress as a girl, does this make me a lesbian or bi, or what?"My head was spinning with confusion and I drifted off to sleep."Wake up Toni, want some tea?"My eyes snapped open and there was Sheila, still in her uniform, proddingmy arm."Ouch, that hurts. Where's your bedside manner?" Sod that.. " Matthew carefully put down the thin-stemmed wine glass on a small round table and clasped his big hands between his upright knees."What about Elizabeth?" Anne said, bouncing into the room, her petticoats rustling, auburn curls tumbling. "Hello, Matthew. Are you still in the army? What'd I miss?" she asked her father, raking back her unruly hair. He gestured for her to sit. She did, fidgeting beside her distracted stepmother."Miss Anne," said Matthew, half standing and then sitting very. I turned just enough to look over my shoulder, seeing him standing in the doorway looking at me.“Wow!” It was all he seemed to be able to say. It naturally pleased me to no end.I smiled back at him, “Thank you, but perhaps you could close the door?”He nervously laughed and came up to me as I turned to him. “Cat, have I told you how beautiful you are?”“Amazing what nice clothes will do, huh?”“No, not the clothes, but seeing you here like this … maybe out of the context of everyday … you really. My last thoughts of the evening were of Cecilia.I got out of bed feeling refreshed, pulled on some new socks and underwear from the packages of yesterday's shopping and slipped on a shirt and jeans and went to the kitchen in search of coffee. There was a coffee maker – and from the look of it an expensive one. It also looked like it had never been used. I discovered that Burns was most likely a tea drinker considering he had canisters of the stuff. Oh well, any port in a storm.Fortunately the.