So far theinterview had progressed well until one little question threw him out ofthe loop."Would you mind playing female characters?" The interviewer...repeated.Kilby tried to discern what the interviewer meant by that. However, theirexpression was unreadable as their avatar was designed to be. Somethingbetween genders. Facial features were pretty much non-existent. Much likea humanoid robot that gave up emulating humans halfway through."It is not my preferred gender," Kilby truthfully admitted.. This was all old and well-trodden ground though, and I was able to get past it without breaking into tears.I was trying to get my mind somewhere else, when out of nowhere I realized that I had no idea how my mother knew Mrs. Reynolds. They were obviously on a first-name basis and Mom had been willing to send me over there in the first place, even if she did have a fit of paranoia after the fact, so I had to assume that they knew each other fairly well. Even though we lived within walking. Dammit, Leah, I was jealous, and I reacted accordingly."Curious, she asked, "Did you invite someone to accompany you to the Givens cocktail party?" I did not. That was an empty threat. I'll go alone." He paused. "Unless you change your mind. I wish you'd reconsider, Leah."Ah-hah! Now she knew the real reason for his phone call.He said, "Perhaps if you explained, Mr ... ah, I forget his name. Doesn't matter. Perhaps he'd express his thanks and appreciation for your assistance another night.". He said that there was still 3” of water just past his patio. He was curious why I wanted to know. I told him it was Greg’s question and that I’d explain tomorrow as soon as our pool was installed.]I had just joined the rest of the family out on the patio for some iced tea, when, my nose captured by the wonderful aroma of barbecued chicken. I couldn’t help myself and hollered over the fence. “Something smells pretty darn good over there!”“Well then, grab your bathrobes and come on over!”Mary.