"We have a spell to take care of that," Sean assured her."When should we leave then?" Mother Margie asked again."Tomorrow is as good a day as any," Da... told us. "We can do all that we need to do in a short time and be back here in time for dinner." So it was agreed.The morning of Thursday, the 16 of September, we were all up at our usual time and dressed in our good clothes. After a quiet breakfast, we all gathered in the large parlor. Annie, Sara, Sean, and I surrounded our parents and joined. Let’s cap it at ten. The concierge here says he can get us a table at Trace for seven o’clock. That’s in the W Hotel. And don’t worry about the cost. It’s my little contribution to the memory of my dad. Okay?”“Great. Thank you for calling, Cali. You’re a bright spot in a dark day. See you at seven.”It took no time for Jordan and Cinnamon to agree to dinner. I’d already made arrangements to pick up Teresia, who was staying at a much less expensive hotel downtown. I called Teri and she said she. I was almost angry at her.She started trembling, trembling, and then she bit me. Hard. On the shoulder. I pushed her away and held her at arm's length. We were both crying now."I had nothing! He didn't let me graduate from high school. I didn't have a job. I had no friends. I had no money. I had no car. I had nowhere to go." She spat each piece at me like she was trying to hurt me. And then her face crumpled and she collapsed against me and clung to me like a frightened baby.But when my arms. Actually it is Jasmine, but Scarlet has been my nickname ever since my high school days because of my crimson red hair. Many people would call me a very attractive woman if it weren't for one thing that makes me... let's say, "special". Ok, I'll stop beating around the bush—I'm a transexual. I never got surgery or anything; I was born like this. Most people would call it a genetic defect but I see it more like a blessing in disguise.I mean, think about it. It makes me perfectly capable of.