We remembered when you hoodwinked an entire baseball crowd into believing you pitch a perfect game. We didn't care as a town we knew you were feeling ...ad about losing to our town rival. I recollect the time you made me think I was chicken at the town talent show. I didn't care about looking like a total donkey. But there was no reason, son, that you had to usurp that truck driver's mind. I or Mr. Timms could feed your family for the entire year as long as you asked. But right here, right now I. Doug had beena blessing to Lark's, but with everything piled up at once, she wasactually considering closing the shop.With all this on her mind, she sat at her desk and wept.It was just after noon when the familiar bell chimed to let her know thatsomeone had enteed the shop. "It's me, Chris," Doug called, and shenodded as if he could see her. She didn't have the energy for much else.He walked into her office with an impish grin, and that turquiose boxtucked uner his arm. He had told her a. But that would soon change. Chapter 2Then it happened. My step-father and my mother kept getting questions asto whether I was a boy or a girl. My brother, who is one year older thanme, developed into the man that looks more like our natural father. I,on the other hand, favored my mother, to the point where my aunts on mymother's side of the family would say I look just like her in herearlier days. I miss seeing them. They would all hug me when I come over to theirhomes. My older brother's voice. .um...the buttons are backwards," he said scratching hishead in confusion."Of course they are," she said standing up to help button him up."Women's clothing has the buttons reversed." So the part about this being boyish?" White lie. I did boy-ISH," she said without looking up at him whilebuttoning.Andrew grinned. Only she'd do something like that. "You're crazy." There we're all done," declared Emily as she closed up the last button.She felt good dressing him up. "It looks good on you! You.