Tough guy. My brothers are following in dad’s footsteps, military orientated. I‘m a big disappointment. My dad accepts me for what I am now. My mo... always stands up for me when my dad criticizes me for acting like a girl. My brothers look on me more as a sister than a brother. Weird as it sounds I am more fem in a way than my sister. I like to dress up in my sister’s clothes and wear make up. I have long blonde hair and green eyes. 5’6”, 126 lbs, skinny. I’m the smallest in height and weigh. They also sent dental records which Doc will take a look at, but, itʼs Susan Landry, no doubt about it.”“What do we know about her?”
“Sheilaʼs got the records. She should be able to tell you.”
The two stepped back into the office where the plump jack-of-all-trades was finishing sorting through the rather skimpy files.
“What have you got?” asked Linda.
“Not a whole lot. The fileʼs pretty thin. Father is Fred Landry, a construction worker. Retired. He and the mother, Laverne, were divorced seven. Utne me aunty bol padi agar tume thik se nai ho raha to t shirt or upar kardo…Ye sun ke me heran ho gaya or mene un ki t shirt upar kardi….Ab un ka pura pichee ka badan mere samne dikh raha tha or white colour ki bra bhi….Mene socha itna achha moka me hath se kese jane de sakta hu mene aunty ko kaha muje malis bahut achhi ati hai agar aap kaho to kar du??Un hone ne bhi haa kar di or me suru ho gaya apana jadoo dikhane me….Par un ki bra bar bar bich me aa rahi thi….Or ye sayad aunty ko bhi. She had a glow.”Another laugh.“Maybe that’s why they call her Sunshine?”Larry snorted.“Back to the minority leader, Larry. Not the White House, we agree on that. What about his own party?”“Maybe the radicals on his side of the aisle?”Suzanne thought that was possible but very unlikely. Certainly nothing at this point was off the table, and the whole Washington, DC atmosphere was more poisonous in recent years than it had ever been, but neither party had resorted to political assassination. Not.