Brody: Hey.Liza: I invited Brody this morning. I’m so glad we’ve set aside our differences.Likely he invited himself.Brody: Yeah, yeah. I’m late...for work. Thanks for the eggs.Liza: See you later, sweetheart.Well, at least Brody is too much of a dickhead to show any affection. I think I’d throw up if they started smooching. Brody leaves without touching Liza. Phew!Rachel: So you’re back together again?Liza: We were never really separated. We just had a misunderstanding. But Brody was willing to. And everyonein the world, even his own family, only remembered him as a girl. Everysingle photo and record said he was a girl. So what was the point infighting it?That night, at bed, he put on his nightie. Then, reluctantly, he removedthe boxers and put on a pair of pink panties. He noticed they were tightat the front, but he had a feeling they wouldn't be tight for muchlonger. He crawled into bed, and cried himself to sleep.*****Andy woke up the next morning.And yes, the panties didn't feel. Jack Dreale was known for whoring and gambling. He did enjoy gambling it was true. Whether it was a sin or not. The whoring part was not true, but he encouraged it. In truth, he had befriended the owner of a whorehouse and enjoyed her company. Elizabeth knew her, and the two had gotten along quite well. Jack’s thoughts returned to Elizabeth. For a moment he thought he was dreaming but knew the truth when the apparition stopped, startled, in front of him. Not an apparition. Elizabeth. Her head. Later, after she stopped breathing, I called Joey, and we buried her up at the cabin. Naomi’s hadn’t been the first body buried there, nor had it been the last. But I never stayed at my hunting cabin again.“Klaus? KLAUS!” Joseph Waters looked concerned.I blinked, and my thoughts returned to the present. I said, “Sorry, I’m tired. I must have drifted off.”Waters stood. “Well, I got to get back to the courthouse. Is there anything you need?”“Nah, Joey’s got us stocked.”Waters waited while Joey.