"He was done giving orders and turned to me. "Did I hear you want to hitch a ride upstairs, little one?" He was smiling, everyone else forgotten for t...e moment."Yes, please..." The embarrassment was plain on my face. I felt like an idiot having the entire White House disturbed because I needed to tinkle."Well, then let's go upstairs. I need to talk to your mother anyway." He grabbed my chair, and the entire Executive Office Building staff, along with most of the Secret Service, scrambled to get. The restaurant that he led me to was one of those stuffy, pricey places atthe bottom of a high-rise hotel, dark wooden panels on the walls and red-shaded lamps to keep it dim. It tried too hard for an elegance that neverwould be there; a place meant for out-of-town executives in a hurry. Theyweren't in evidence tonight. Only a sleepy waiter, nodding by theregister."So you're looking for Dickie Gentry," he said, once the waiter sloped offwith our order.I shrugged. I wanted him to talk. We tried. Linda shows her brother the spearbag and spears, and he foolishly touches the head of one spear and cuts himself. Linda brings out things to tend to his wound, which is very small but nevertheless makes much blood as such wounds do, and finally wraps it with a bandage much smaller than the one she used on me, and this bandage appears to stick of itself to his skin. I think I am glad that the bandage she used for me did not stick to my skin in such a way, it would have been much more difficult. I know you mean well but how can I pass as a man withthe face of a teen girl? I am not a transsexual and I do not intend onchanging my gender, what the hell doctor?"After I calmed down the doctor explained that I was still very swollen,and over the next few weeks the swelling would subside. Once all of itwas gone I would look less round and cherubic. Yes, I would forever havea feminine face but not a young girls. He reminded me that I asked for afemale face that could be "somewhat".