"Yes, I think I've got a grungy old pair." She was almost laughing at his string of instructions."Grungy is fine, there won't be any fashion critics a...oard." Ok, but when do you want to go?" she asked."What's good for you? I'm usually up at seven, so I would usually go out around eight thirty for a day sail, but I don't want to rush you." I'm usually up at seven too, so eight thirty sounds fine. Where to you keep the boat?" she asked, now feeling much more enthusiastic."The boat is moored at. "Gretchen shocks me when she asks, "Liz, how far along are you?"I sputter, "I ... I ... I am not sure, we just found out today. How in the hell did you know?Gretchen laughs, "Liz, not to be rude, but you've put on a few pounds, have been eating like crazy and well – you have this glow about you."I end the call, Bernie looks at me, smiles and says, "So Gretchen figured it out too?"I smile at him and answer, "Hell yes she did! Why am I the last to know? I don't want to wait for room service so. I thought back to the childhood I had shared with her. Best friends in primary school, running through the schoolyard and fighting imaginary bullies, thinking up nasty ways for them to die. Later on in our years we grew up and usually spent Saturday afternoons together near the duck pond in the park, gossiping about who was going out with who and playing ‘Never Have I Ever.’ We had other friends, of course but we had always stayed close and were no less than best friends. It was curious that we. Looking down, he heard Kyle say, "Interesting eyes."Randy wondered what Kyle meant with that comment, then realized suddenly that he'd forgotten to change his eyes along with his skin. They were still solid yellow. Gulping, Randy grew afraid that Kyle would think him some kind of freak, and maybe draw attention. Kyle seemed to notice Randy's embarrassment and coughed, "Must be those custom contact lenses I've heard about. They look so cool. Almost real too." Randy smiled, feeling.