Softer, smoother somehow. Something strange was going on.I suddenly remembered one of the ornaments on our tree. It was a round mirror, and I scanned ...he tree until I found it and looked into it in amazement.I was changing. I didn't know how, but I was.It had begun at the top of my body, my head. The slope of my head grew gentler, tapered down to a longer, gentler neck into which my Adam's apple disappeared. My cheekbones shifted configuration as my nose grew smaller and my mouth grew fuller. ’ ‘I’m just telling you the truth.’ ‘Your coffee is going to taste very funny in the morning, because I’m going to pee in it.’ ‘Is that what’s been missing from my coffee. I knew it tasted different. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I love you Margaret, go to work.’ ‘I love you too shit face, and it wasn’t me. It was Charlotte. Goodbye’ **************** ‘Stephano where is Patti?’ ‘She’s in Canada playing with Wood Frogs.’ ‘After all these years you’ve developed a sense of humor.’ ‘Honestly,. Eventually the other boys were dropped off at their various destinations and we headed back towards the motorway; me and Alan, now the only two passengers, were in the back.As we settled into the continuous rhythm of motorway driving speed and the street-lights gave way to countryside darkness, Alan made himself comfortable; lying down with his head in my lap. I let my right arm d**** over him and rest on his hip as it was the most comfortable place to put it. Norm was chatting away to me about. Another quick flicker or two, then pitch darkness, the hissing sound above them louder, the nervous giggles, squeals suddenly becoming rasping coughs, nervous grunt, unintelligible diatribe followed by silence. The labored sound of the slow starting of the truck’s engine as its starter cranks, the double clutching, grinding of the gears after the familiar chattering, rattling sound of a diesel, finally the truck lurches forward a few feet from the opening in the carnival tent, jerks to a.