I feel like I can’t be away from her without wanting to see her. She told me she felt the same way. Grandpa taught me and Donald to read and write a...d we’re both good with numbers and at figuring boards and measuring corners, angles, and roof tops. I’m pretty sure I could give Sundy a good life, that is if you and the womenfolk thought I was good enough for her.”“Carl, you got my blessing. You come here when you’re not working, and you and Sundy get my sister Rose and my wife Mary and Miss. ..........................................................As we adjust our pants, Fr. Joe takes the portable cd player and thenwe head downstairs to the old chapel, which has been out of use for manyyears. Stripped of statues, the old chapel is still basically intact. I sitin an old creaking pew as Fr. Joe lights a number of candles. A few of theold overhead lights are on, but many bulbs are burned out, so the light issomewhat dim. Fr. Joe positions a footstool by the old altar. As my. "You got that right, babe," responded Wendy, "am I glad this is the last week of school, it's just too darn hot to be sitting in some stupid class room!" The two eighteen year olds continued jabbering teenage girl talk until they arrived at Wendy's house, where upon they stopped at the frig to grab a couple of glasses of cold lemonade. Up in her bed room, Wendy flicked on the air conditioner and the two girls sat down on the floor, listened to CD's, and watched MTV on the television. "Look at. Is there something else that you haven't told me, Bea?"I thought about what had happened to me and how Rita had feminised me andhow I felt like I was really a woman now. I thought about how Nas hadled me to become a Muslim woman. I thought about the studio and the jobthat awaited me and how awkward it would be if they found out I was a maneither in the studio or the mosque.The truth was that I had been unhappy as a man to the point of becomingvery depressed and I wanted a new start. As Bea,.