"I have their number in our suite. I wrote it down on a slip of paper when they gave it to the officer writing the report at the hospital," Joyce said...Jeff rattled off the number, and Joyce stared at him."Sorry," Jeff said. "I have a thing with numbers. I heard her tell the officer."Bill pushed back from the table. "Kathy and I need to head for Boulder. I've slacked my job too long, already. I talked with Tingle just before coming to breakfast. We've got a flight as soon as we can get. I'm sure this will be better for both you and your father. Just call me and let me know when his next appointment is and I'll arrange everything." Thank you, Ian. Thank you so much. I'll fax you his schedule for the next three months. You'll know in advance when he will be coming your way."I hung up the phone after some further talk, leaning back in my chair and wondering if I'd bitten off more than I could chew. I would need to talk to my boss about what I'd just agreed to. If I had to take my. Not even angie knew I busted my ass to work every day but Saturday. My mom shouldn’t have let me do it. She rationalized letting me work so young because each summer since she was f******n she got shipped off to pick tobacco. She loved the experience. It gave her money to have awesome school clothes. People used to ask me if I ever wore a shirt twice. I was notorious for buying vintage clothes that were so ugly they were cute. Asking me why I was wearing my grandma’s clothes was quite. .. Ofcourse, I have to admit, guys always think you're cute in a tomboyishsort of way. You can't go into a bar as a guy without men hitting on youthinking you're a butch girl, maybe a lesbian out slumming after guysfor a night. It's so embarrassing when I'm with you! Of course, now thateverybody knows you crossdress and love looking girly, we can just sayyou're in training to be a maid. Would you like that? That fits...That'll fly... Everybody will get it... Sean's a little masochist wholikes.