" I was, for many years," the woman recounted. "The river spoke to me atone time. I was a young girl like you. Then I betrayed the river, and itno lon...er speaks to me. But I was leader until the time came whenanother would speak with the river. That time has come." But I am not even a girl," Ricky protested. "I'm a boy!" Not for very much longer," she answered softly. "The river will cureyou."Ricky was stunned. He looked to his parents, standing behind all thekneeling people. His mother looked. Yes, it wasn't Patrick, it was someone else, it was someone that was innocent.It?He. It, was a he. He was Patrick Jr, not Patrick. He was someone else.Later that night as she laid on bed her mind flashed through all of the feelings she was having and sorting through them one at a time. The last she came to was the most difficult. She had accepted Patrick Jr as who he was and not what she wanted him to be, the one she felt compelled to sort out were her own pent up feelings of hate, fear, and. Helena and Suzanne did not know what to say. They sat down at the dinning room chairs and let the ladies proceed. They started with their hand and toe nails then proceeded to styling their hair. This took over an hour. At 8.30 the girl from the coffee shop returned with another 6 cappuccino’s, two for the makeup ladies, one for Suzanne and three for Helena.Whilst the sipped their drinks the ladies make up their makeup. They really look out of this world and very beautiful. At 9am a female. That kept me busy, and away from Nancy except for when it was time for her breaks. She apologized again and I replied as I had before, just telling her to take her break. Maybe I was being a jerk, but I was honestly quite upset with her, and really didn’t think there was much to talk about.When my shift ended, I headed back to the dorm and dialed Clarissa’s number for our agreed-upon once-per-week calls.“Petrovich!” she exclaimed when I said ‘hello’. “How are you?”“Good, Lissa. How are.