Helen glared at me and stuck out her tongue. Rachel just waited for usto sort ourselves out."I'll explain then," sighed Helen. "Basically, Jayne and...Jessica did acourse on how to portray themselves better as girls. I was wondering, doyou do a course for people to portray themselves better as boys?" Why would you want to do that? Do you want to be male, or live asmale?" asked Rachel, not answering Helen's question."No," said Helen."Are you sure?" quickly retorted Rachel, leaning closer to. Choking back tears, he says “I twisted my ankle tripping over this piece of metal.” I look at his ankle, and being an EMT, I can tell that it isn’t broken or dislocated. Probably just sprained. So, I pick him up and carry him back over to his brothers. The youngest, Dillon, who is basically just like Alex, but younger and missing the freckles is worried about his brother. “Is he going to be alright?” Dillon asks. I reply “I think so. Is your mother home?”Michael, having taken the place of their. Finally, she dropped a piece of kindling into a ceramic bowl and tossed a lighted match after it. The fire crackled and popped as it flared up briefly."This is called 'casting a circle, ' Cassie," Debby said as she sat down opposite her guest. "It's to help protect this space from outside influences."Cassie nodded.Debby smiled faintly. "I know you probably don't believe in any of this stuff." Oh, no, Mrs. Radson, I, um ... well ... there's a lot more I believe in than maybe you'd think."Debby. Joanna nearly choked on her coffee sending it spluttering in all directions. It was indeed possible, but she was only just late and she had not expected Catherine to know. "Why do you ask?" Because we always have our period at the same time," Catherine replied. "Besides you and Dad have been busy in the bed recently..." she added with an impish grin.Joanna turned scarlet. "I'm sorry honey; I didn't know you could hear us. I am so sorry!"Her daughter stopped her. "I'm not," she said. "It's nice.