"I'm not queer; I'm not strange or weird. Eccentric, perhaps."Harriet patted Kennedy's arm. "Relax and try to adjust. To these people you are going to...be a queer duck. If they find out how literally true that is, your life will be much more difficult. You don't want to get expelled for fighting."Kennedy laughed. "I got expelled the last time for being right when the teacher was wrong." Put a sock in it, Kennedy," Harriet said seriously. "Things are different here. You will want to take it slow. Keeping your eyes downcast as you step into the presence of the most powerful man alive, you place the rather simple tea set onto the table.You feel eyes boring into your back, and although you cannot see President Snow's face through the curtain of white-blonde hair that impedes your view, you are certain that he is staring at you.After setting the tray down on the study table, you glance up into your best friend's eyes, only to discover a look of horror plastered on her face. She is staring. After paying the check, they both went to Morgan and asked for a cab. Morgan did so immediately.“I trust your stay with us was enjoyable?” asked Morgan.“I think I had the best lasagne I have ever had. Thank you for a wonderful meal.” I said.Morgan nodded and looked at Aunt Jean. “And how was Mrs. Logan’s meal?” he asked. Aunt Jean had a grin on her.“It was truly wonderful and my husband here knows more about wines than he let on. That Pinot Noir was excellent.” She said. I missed the “husband”. I've applied a half dozen times but they never have any openings.They're such a good place to work, no one ever leaves. Do you know ofsomeone who's leaving?" Oscar asked in a whisper."Sort of, how would you like to take my place?" Valerie asked, again smiling."Are you leaving the company?" Not exactly, what I really mean to ask is, would you like to be me?" Huh?" Oscar asked, less than articulately."I mean it Oscar, I can swap bodies with you, if you want to. I'd be OscarDonaldson and you'd be.