Standing to the side, he opened it."Dule," said Svetlana, "you have to help Randy. He's been shot."She was barely holding Randy up over her shoulder. ...e seemed barely conscious, but held a sleek, black handgun firmly. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt, soaked through with blood. Her own cream-colored blouse and blue jeans were smeared with it.Thule took Randy over his own shoulder, "Marigold," he said, "there's a big first aid kit under my father's bed. Get it. Dawn, call 911. He needs a. “Mmm, how delightful.”The woman smiled, then with a quick “Have a splendid evening,” she was off to dispatch the remaining champagne.So not only can’t I get pregnant anymore, but I can’t even get drunk now that this Trait changed. And I also can’t get sick, so that’s pretty cool, I guess? She took another sip, enjoying the flavor and the sensation of the bubbles on her tongue.Let’s see. Greasy hair. I think that describes half the guys in here. Long hair is a lot less common. Don, I think. ..We woke up, sun pouring through our bedroom window. I was on the bednext to Claire. I sat bolt upright. I was...me again. She was stillin her lingerie. Had I imagined it all?"Claire, are you okay?" I whispered.She stirred. "Oh man, have I got a headache." She moved her neck backand forth. "Ugh."What had happened to me, and to her, last night? I wanted to tell her,but....I couldn't. I couldn't form the words. And the memory of itwas fading, like a bad dream that dissipates in the light. .. to get me to sign the divorce papers so you can marry Sherry?”“ ... Yes. I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just want to be with Sherry. It’s not that I didn’t love you, Gwen. It’s just that Sherry is so much more...”“More woman for you,” Gwen finished it for him, the tears now flowing freely.“Let’s don’t make a scene. It’s over Gwen. Please just sign the papers so we can both get on with our lives.”“There was anger, but more than the anger was pain, the realization that she had been.