There was an elderly woman called Heddy living with them for most of Jimmy’s life. She was recommended through the church as a good, God fearing wom...n and she tried to instil the same thinking in Jimmy. When she passed away, a little over six months ago, his mother returned home from one of her sanatoria stints and tried to run the household, but in just a few months she was sick again and had to return to her sanatorium to recuperate. Jimmy’s Father looked for new people, but the church group. He looks surprised and shakes his head. Oh no, he thinks I'm horrible, hideous, disgusting, he's gay, he would prefer guys to me, he'd prefer to jerk off rather than sleep with me, ohshit ohshit ohshit.My inner monologue of self destruction is brought up short by his voice."I'll bet it's the champagne talking. I don't think you're ready, and I'm not myself." You're....not? Is it because you think I'm ugly?"He frowns. "No, I do not think you ugly, I think you're....gorgeous. Don't put yourself. It was my way of getting back at him. We would frequently go totransvestite bars and whilst I would never pluck up the nerve to talk to oneof the performers I always wondered what it would be like to sleep with areal man like that."That wasn't exactly my idea of macho, my idea of macho was more like herfather. Then I had resolved that I was not going to be like my father, ashe used to beat me, and he was very like her father. Seeing I had not saidanything Maria carried on."I know not many. "The safety margins are disappearing..."Mayoni sighed too. "I know..."Amy looked up and asked in a breaking voice, "Uncle Leon?" Yeah?" Leon looked down and became alarmed. Amy was crying silent tears."If we don't make the Path today... I know Aina will try to rescue us on the next opening... But I don't think my soul could survive... the debasement... thirteen years as a brothel bitch... Uncle Leon... When hope is gone... if you still have your gun... Will you release my soul from its.