I'd left it all behind. No more comfortable drunken nights with theinternet, reading stories of improbable transformations, chatting with theothers wh...'d liked them... Here I am, walking down the high street of a new city, carrying everything Iowned on my shoulders... My bass guitar, sketchbooks, and far too manyclothes...So, I guess, about now, you're asking 'why'? Well, it wasn't anythingdramatic. Not a huge argument with my parents, not a fight with an ex-partner... no, it was nothing more. I could feel it in her body."It's too damn much trouble for me to get ready in the morning with makeup, clothes - hair, everything. I decided it would be better if you would do that for me." Better for who?" I asked sourly."For me, of course; besides, it will help you understand how hard I have to work to be beautiful."Arguing didn't do any good. Three days later, she told me she wanted a break from her period!"I knew it! I knew you were going to do this to me. Look, Rhonda, this has gone far. Lane, when is the last time youwere in Hawaii?"Now Sandy looked down at his fingers, which had beenstripped of their usual coat of polish. His hands wereremarkably calm. "Thanksgiving." Where did you stay?" The Royal Hawaiian." Pretty fancy digs for a surfer." I find that a place like that doesn't make a big dealabout my face," Sandy shot back. "When you're paying thatkind of money, they don't care what you look like." I'm sorry, Mr. Lane. It's just that, I didn't know surfersmade that kind of. “Yes Sir Marshal, we’ll get ‘em ordered then get ourselves washed up too. I hope his steaks are as good as the ones we cook up at your place on Sundays and the first ones we ate on the train coming down to Tulsa that time,” Jubal said with a grin as he and Roy turned to go order their supper.After they’d eaten, they met Hoke and his hired hand at the depot and loaded the hay and grain in the cattle car spotted by the loading chute. Just before dark, they watered their horses and loaded them in.