" Now we're going to do things my way. You want to be a girl, I'm goingto make you a girl." She pauses. "Well, actually not a real girl, you'renot rea...y for that. You're just a sissy girl." What does that mean?" I asked."Well, for starters, it means that I ask the questions, not you," shesaid staring at me. "That's strike two! You had better learn our placequickly young lady." That dress you're wearing is too formal to for everyday. You need tolearn to wear more casual clothes. Girls don't go. I learned that she was twenty-nine, in an undergrad course heading, probably, for teaching, and her name was Aramina."My parents were very keen on Anne McCaffrey," and at my blank expression, added, "she writes science-fiction. Aramina was a character in one of her books. I nearly ended up as 'Lessa'." I could see how that might be less than optimal." Perhaps. But what about you?" Thirty-three. Masters in psychology; didn't stay for the doctorate ... did counselling courses instead. Qualified. She liked to talk withMr. Jefferson. He was amazed how much she knew (since she was Peter'sknowledge brain).When Miss Martha died, Sally was as heartbroken as with Mr. Jefferson.Mr. Jefferson and Sally walked together and they held their handstogether. Sally and Mr. Jefferson would talk about philosophy, politics,science, etc. She was enamored by him, she thought he was a truly arenaissance man!When Mr. Jefferson went to France for the first American Ambassadorship,He shipped Sally was well.. Think about it, and tell me your answer the next time I’m here.”“I will.”“Goodbye, Mary, I’ll see you next Saturday.”“Goodbye.”There was no need for John and Mary to ever talk about that subject again. She would come to understand that she wouldn’t have the great looks of some women. She would also discover that things weren’t impossible for a real life afterwards. She would soon meet other girls her age that had been through the burn unit in the past.John arrived home much later than he had.