I figured that wasn’t good.Agnes and I were holding hands and she reached across her body to hug herself to my arm. I didn’t mind. That feeling wa... good. We made our announcement and enjoyed the service. Once it was over, we talked with a few people who knew Agnes. Others talked with her parents. Agnes and I talked with Pastor Templeton about the date and working out timing to meet with him.He said, “I’ve known Agnes most of her life. She has never jumped into any situation without thinking it. You did a great jobserving drinks and talking to everyone, and you played your role well,but you never seemed completely comfortable. There was something buriedin you, deep down, that stopped you from fully realizing yourself. And Ican still see it today, as we're sitting here. Like you're putting on ashow for everyone to see, trying to walk and behave and dress a certainway because it's what you think you're supposed to do, not because it'swhat you really want to do. Like you've been given. I even made attempts to return to traditional sex, but I do not feel any more, there are no sensations. Recently, Gracie told me a story from her youth. She had a girlfriend, older and from a wealthy family. This girlfriend once arranged a party for the girls, among other things on the table lay a bare stripper on which lay food. Of course there were a lot of jokes about eating a sausage stripper, and some girls after the vodka and showed it. And then I understood. When my Gracie had a change. I got out of bed, stretched, and rummaged through my drawers for anoutfit for the day. Since I had to work, my choices were somewhatlimited, so it didnt take long to find what I needed - white blouse andblack slacks, with the only real feminine touch a pair of nylons, and getdressed.I came downstairs to see my mother in her best Christmas outfit, a greensparkly dress that always reminded me of a Christmas tree, hurriedlymaking a meal for her dog."I'm glad you got up before I left. Your aunt.