Franks, my Master's lawyer. He was a good one too, according to Mr. Reiser, the best one in Memphis, and it would be his job to keep me and my Master ...ut of trouble. Explaining why he'd let me go to a slave party wasn't going to be especially easy. Slaves weren't supposed to have parties and most likely none of the other owners had known anything about it. I'd made my Master look pretty foolish and I really wished I hadn't called the police at all."No, don't say that," Mr. Franks told me, and. ..more than OK, I was delighted! My hair,typically worn long, was mussed, especially after just washing it. Normal forme, that is, for Darryl. Most of the guys wore it like that. That was soon tochange. Mom sat me down at her makeup table and continued the transformation.She completely combed and brushed out my hair removing all the snarls andwith the aid of curlers and conditioners, restyled my hair into a mostfeminine style, while, at the same time, putting makeup on me, not much, justa. “Easy, go to the Registrar of Deeds at the County courthouse. They have used him in that position for the last fifty years and he can tell you more about deeds than anyone in the state. He spent thirty years in the state land office in Topeka. If he doesn’t know, no one will.” Chester replied. “Six miles due east of here. His office is next to the County courthouse.”The task took Clint a little longer than he’d planned. He unlocked the door to the suite and stepped inside around three in the. " I said.Mom got me a plate and loaded it with a pork chop, mashed potatoes, andpeas and carrots."Thanks, mom," I said, smiling at her.She looked at me, "Danny, are you wearing lip stick!" she said, a littleshocked, "and eye liner!"My dad lifted his head to look at me."Oh, yeah," I said, "I was getting ready for the Halloween party."I explained about the house party Dave and I were going to, and how Davehad the idea of us going like David Copperfield and Claudia Schiffer,and how Dave's sister,.