“Damn it, Kate, you look like a fucking whore with your shirt like that! I’m not running a porn shop you know!” Her uncle scorned.Kate rolled ...er eyes as she reluctantly buttoned her shirt. “Sorry, Uncle John. Was I not closing tonight?” Kate asked as she looked through the box.“Well, I had someone drop this by me today while I was out and didn’t want to lug it home… some weirdo with a cobra tattoo.” John snarled. Kate’s curiosity was sparked and she began to rummage through the box on. Gina, with her public-relations background, somewhat reluctantly accepted the role of family spokesman for the media. At one point, the media identified her as “the wife of the deceased firefighter’s sister.” This resulted in, of all things, the loonies from Westboro Baptist Church announcing their intention to picket the funeral to thank God for killing firefighters as, I suppose, punishment for R.J.’s failure to disown his sister for not being straight.Ultimately, they never showed up. Much. As an aspiring hypnotherapist, he had to face a lot of nay-sayers. Because he was young, many people thought he wasn't qualified to be a therapist, much less a hypnotherapist. Hypnotherapy was an entire branch on its own that many deemed as pseudoscience. But Leon had put his nose to the grindstone, working hard and getting good grades in college. By 25 he had an undergraduate degree in Psychology, a Masters in Counseling Psychology, and a doctorate in Hypnotherapy. He was incredibly qualified. " "But frankly, Vern, if you are going to grow your hair long you should thin your eyebrows. They used to match your mustache and bushy hair style but they look out of place now."I look in the mirror and reflect on what she has just said. "You are right, Stace. Say, I can't believe I used to have a mustache months ago." How disgusting I think to myself. After I dress, Stacey is waiting for me with a pair of tweezers. She spends a good half hour thinning and shaping my eyebrows into a unisex.