“Will you see each other much this summer?”“Well, she’s a lifeguard at the pool, so, I guess,” I hedged. “Plus she’ll be at all the base...all games.”“Your season is about half over,” mom reminded me.“Yeah,” I said absently.“And how is Shelby doing?” she looked at me pointedly.“Fine. I guess,” I said in a little irritation, not wanting to get into that either.“Well, just remember, you can always talk to us,” she smiled.“Doesn’t seem like I could avoid it if I wanted to,” I grumped.“Now, Jake,”. I'm the Unit Production manager, you may respectfully call me Your Royal Wookiness, and I'm your den mother. If you lose your receipts you will be paying for it yourself and if you don't have it in by Friday at two thirty, latest, I'll personally rip up your receipts right in front of your eyes. You are sheep. Less than feces, though art an Extra, and an Extra, thou shall remain. You are to be fed shit, told shit, and made to eat shit, and you aren't worth shit, simply because thou art an. . I like to surrender."This was a bit of a revelation. I wasn't entirely sure I believed it, but I saw no reason to argue the point. "Okay," I said, "so YOU talked in your sleep, and it was Dee who heard and had a copycat dream."Dee suddenly couldn't make eye contact. She was hiding something. I looked at her curiously. "Dee?" I..." She looked guilty. "I can... Sometimes, I can... see Willie. I can go to her. And I can take Brenda with me. When I'm dreaming, it's easy."I shook my head. "Oh,. ? I shrugged.?You?re right I can?t hide inside.? I stood up. ?Let?s do it before Ichange my mind.?Louise and Sara were all smiles. We sat and drank our tea, and had ageneral chat about where we were going to go and what to do. And a coverstory for why I was dressed as a girl, on the off chance I was recognisedwhilst we were out. But deep inside I knew that I was doing the rightthing, I was letting the real me out with the help of two people Itrusted.As we stood in the hall Louise handed me a.