But observe that we have not the slightest clue." Oh, it would be awful!" cried Don Luis. "Those two creatures doomed to death; and we unable to save ...hem! Monsieur le Prefet, I ask you to authorize me..."He had not finished speaking when the Prefect's private secretary entered with a visiting-card in his hand."Monsieur le Prefet, this caller was so persistent ... I hesitated..."M. Desmalions took the card and uttered an exclamation of mingled surprise and joy."Look, Monsieur," he said to. .." Amherst slid her top drawer open, pulling out the manila folder Charlie had so graciously pointed out. "...Tells me a lot, actually." She opened it, the name 'Charlotte York' across the tab. Its contents threatened to slip out as she began to read. "Date of birth. Eye, hair, and skin colors. Piercings. Sexual preference." The doctor's eyes flicked up from the page and back at Charlie. "Even some less trivial things." The young woman simply grunted as she continued. "Medical history.. He is almost a kid anyways. Might have just become of legal age. Aha re.”Pintu: “Thanks, Didi.”Mimi: “Eto kichhu sonar por Didi bolar jonno Thanks.” (Thanks for calling me ‘Didi’ after hearing all these things.)Pintu was overwhelmed and his bulge was visible over his pants.Me raising my eyebrows: “Are you sure you are not a prostitute?”Mimi smiled and said, “Are you sure you are not a pimp of your own girlfriend?”Googly was hit over the boundary for a sixer. No words to utter.Me: “Amra niyom. I was going to have to go without any makeup. Thatlittle nagging voice in my head kept telling me that without my makeupto hide behind, everyone was going to see a boy in a skirt. My alreadyabraded nerves were going to be tested yet again. The humor of the situation did not escape me. A few weeks before, I wasa boy upset with being stuck with breasts and rushing home to at leastget the makeup I was wearing off. Strangely, what I thought was badkarma actually turned out to be a good thing. It.