I was pretty sure, if I learned to dance as a girl, then no doubt thatI'd be able to do it as a boy.But why had Mom registered me as a girl?##Next mor...ing at least one reason occurred to me, why I did want to do thedance course as a girl: I didn't like pants. And then try to dance, too,in something so confining?I wasn't clear how all those years I had been able to be comfortable inpants, especially when there was something nice like a skirt. Why didpractically all the girls in school have pants. “There’s something wrong with Rufus,” Amelia said, her eyes full of worry, all heat now gone.With a sigh, we separated. I sat up and peered over the foot of the bed. Rufus was licking the bare hardwood floor like it was an ice cream cone, two piles of undigested dinner next to him. He turned and looked at me, his eyes so expressive. There was no happy grin, just a weak tail wag, an “I’m sorry, Mike, but I don’t feel good.”Now concerned, I reassured him, “I think we”ll take you to the vet, just. Kim said to my mother, "Your son has a case ofgynecomastia. Right now, I want to let his body adjust normally. Inmost cases, this works out for the body's hormones balance out and theperson grows out of it. I know your son likes to work out so that alsowill aid your son. If this condition goes on any further, we can talkabout other options."My mother said, "OK. Now what else can I do?"Dr. Kim said, "Nothing Mrs. Barret. Sometimes we must let Nature takeHer course."Yea I thought. A bunch of. But, she let it be and allowed herself to relax. He was unto his fourth beer and she would not let him drive. If anything, he was going to stay the night. Jamey’s bed or hers, it did not matter. She wanted as much of his time as possible. Her thoughts caused her to lose some of the conversation. “…will be back tomorrow I think,” she heard Dean say. Suddenly she was back in the conversation. And just as well because the next little snippet made her pay attention. It was quite obvious Dean was.