It’s our community. They celebrate our Jewishness with us, every one of them, as evidenced by the fact that none of the men have to avail themselves...of the stack of kippot near the back door. We’ve done enough ecumenical meals that every one of OUR friends knows. The men don their Kippot, file into the seats.Mom’s sitting beside me and Sim, Dad’s on her other side. Mom’s got tears. I have tears. I’m sure there are others. My Rachel, reading a passage from Torah, her Hebrew clear and. Mom helped me get it over my head then just asshe had done for Rich she adjusted the straps until the slip was justa few inches above my knees. I stood there staring at my legs allcovered in white nylon sticking out past the lace on myslip. Yesterday I had called my brother a sissy and today I'm his bigsister!Mom slid the dress over my head, straightened it out, then buttonedthe back. I felt sort of trapped, there was no way I could reacharound and unbutton the dress to take it off. Until mom. "Remember. There's no school tomorrow and Mom has to work. Love Ya!" He called back over his shoulder."Love You,too!" I laughed and watched him go skipping down the hall and out the front door."Did Your Br-other get off? Mark? Do You hear me?" My mother's voice came drifting down from upstairs. "Are You almost finished in there? Mommy needs to use the mirror so she can put her lipstick on! Mark?!"I wasn't sure if it was the sound of her voice,or the big drop of cum that splattered onto my bare. " But how on your world may we still be Ghotagatogulagunga?" the mother pressed. "We cannot be alone more, as we were before you came and have been again after you have left. You say you have make place for us to live, but it is only place, and it is on your world. It will again be as it was when you were here, that we are small and you are large and your way must become our way."This wasn't the direction in which Meiersdottir had hoped to direct the discussion, and she sought to forestall it..