It was oil paint, too. It was never going to clean off properly. The top was ruined.Tara was still in my face. I’m not clear about what she was sayi...g but she seemed to be trying to get me to hurry up and my mud-clogged brain wasn’t allowing me to do that.Tara took the rag out of my hands and roughly cleaned the worst of the paint off my hands. It was about then I remembered that people had already arrived for Thanksgiving and that I was supposed to be out there with them and not in here. I'mworried and have never met her. Somehow someway we'll make it. It's goingto be hard but you need to get through them the best you can."Kris and I were hugging Scott and comforting him. "I know one thing is forsure. I have the best friends ever," Scott stated."We're all here for each other, Scott. That's one of the advantages of usbeing as close as we are. One of us hurts like Juan did then all of ushurts. Dude, you'll make it. The Scott I know will make it. There'll beso really tough days. I always thought you werekind of girly."I shrugged. "It wasn't that big a deal," I said. "Just a wig and a braunder those little orange shorts and a t-shirt. And I am not girly, bythe way." Sure you are. Isn't Whammers a gay bar? Kind of a Hooters' ripoff?" No, it's a tg bar," I said. "Lots of crossdressers. And chicken wings.Turns out, transexuals like chicken wings and beer, too."She giggled again. "And you were a chick?" Yeah," I said. "Two semesters worth. I couldn't find a job. For two years, she worked hard and excelled at her studies. She had a few boyfriends but no one serious. This is until she met Matt. Matt was 7 years older than her. He was an engineer who had a good job and was a local New Englander. Sophie called home and told Beth she had found Mr. Right. It was love at first sight. She wanted her mom and dad to come east to meet Matt. Beth explained that it would be a big step for them to do that and she asked Sophie to go slow. Beth asked her to please.