My mother said "No party, sorry."At the time, I didn't realize how true my mothers statement was.My sister came down stairs and said "So, Daddy, what ...re you gunna do?" About what? You calling me and telling me some stupid story about howyour brother is dressed like a girl and how I should come home now" hesaid.My sister said " It wasn't a stupid story, it was true."And she told myfather everything she knew.He looked at my mother and asked "Is this true?"My mother nodded her head yes and he. “I think we should probably take a break and cool down,” she suggested. “I was about to say the same thing,” Gayle agreed. “I’ve been staring long and hard at the showers every time we passed by them for the last few laps.” After a few cups of water to slake their thirst, Gayle said, “I need to go to the ladies’ room.” Jeanie said, “I’m fine. How about we meet you at the shower?” Though she looked a little perplexed, Gayle said, “I’ll see you there.” Gayle rode off, and when she was out of. Jezebel was also part of the Flags in high school marching band. She was the shortest one of the bunch in a group of taller, curvaceous women carrying flags. One day, in practice, Jezebel was changing rather hurriedly. When she finished, she began to walk out of the changing room. She looked back.There she was, in the middle of changing. Her name was Destiny Davis, or as her guy friends called her “Double D”, for obvious reasons. Destiny’s back was to her. She couldn’t stop staring as she was. The sun bathed her bed, when she woke, and went to her shower. Dressing in jeans, and cotton blouse, she went to the kitchen, and poured coffee, while her toast cooked. The notes on the refrigerator door, told her that the kids expected to be back for supper, and, that they, all three, had something they wanted to talk to her about. She took her toast and second cup of coffee to the den, absorbing the house, as she went. She was pleased, at the obvious effort, the kids had made, to clean it up,.