"How old are you Jenny, did you have an accident?"'Sorry Madam, I don't know.'"How did Mr Cox come to employ you?"Jenny made no attempt to write anyth...ng more, she just showed Moira theearlier answer that she couldn't remember. Deciding that she wasprobably embarrassing the woman, Moira helped her unpack and hang up hermeagre possessions but was suddenly surprised to find a box containingsome very theatrical looking French maids' costumes with some bizarreaccessories. As well as some vicious. O’Connor. How are you?’ She asks me. I’m totally surprised and I’m sure that my face shows it quite clearly. She asks me, ‘Is there a problem, Mr. O’Connor?’ ‘No, I’m sorry, it’s just that I thought that Dr. Linehan was a man,’ I replied. ‘It’s normal, don’t worry, I’m used to it. It happens all the time when you are urologist. All men seem to think that a gynecologist can be either a woman or a man, but when we get to men’s illnesses, it seems that only men can treat a man. Is this a problem. Its called buttering up the client, it’s what we have to do. I don’t like it any more than you do.”Despite some more moaning we all took a kimono. “OK go upstairs put them on and perhaps a bit makeup dear. I’ll put on a DVD we take some quick pics, watch the DVD and have little drink. How does that sound?” Actually it sounded very odd but we knew its what we did to help Mom.Anyway 10 minutes later we were back down. Sis had put on some makeup and Mom more so. We were only wearing the kimonos.. I could barely walk, but made my way back to my room and managed to dress and stumble down to use the privy and get some food, making sure many saw me. I got sly looks from the house servants and headed for the barn, satisfied that I had achieved my goal.In the stalls the lady’s lovely daughter was currying her stallion and saw me pass. She ran after me and pushed me into a tack room, kicking the door closed behind her.“Did you know,” she asked with a smile, as she unbuttoned the boy’s shirt.