I slip from the bed, careful not to wake him and the tiles feel cool against my bare feet. I throw on his old t shirt. It smells of him; manly and mus...ky. There are holes where it has worn, but I love it. I pad into the kitchen and put the coffee on. He likes his strong and black. As I wait for the drip, drip, drip of the machine, my head begins to race. I feel so full of stories, they leech out of my skin and run onto the page themselves. I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind. She went to the door to welcome their guests.The chauffeur had jumped out of the car and was holding the rear door as an elderly gentleman alighted followed by a much younger man. The younger appeared to be under 30 while the older appeared to be in his 70s. In spite of his age, the older man stood up very straight. He approached using a gold-handled walking stick.When he reached Kim, she greeted him in her perfect Madrid Spanish. The gentleman’s eyes were brown and as piercing as those of a. . Almost forgot," she said. "She asked what you were doing Thursday night."I had just picked up the bowl of lettuce and was about to turn toward the kitchen table, when she said that. I gulped and glanced at Rachel, who thankfully wasn't looking, as I'm sure I was white as a ghost."Yeah?" I squeaked. Rachel pulled the board out of the sink and began wiping it off with a dishtowel. "Yeah, said she's having some friends over at her place and wanted to know if you'd wanna come over too, I guess. I. You see, I used to be Melinda Johnson. But nowI am Fred. It's all very confusing to tell this story from the firstperson point of view. But I will try. You see me being Melinda Johnsonat the time, I was a 15 year old girl. I was still in high school andtook the job as Fred's assistant after school. I needed the money. Overthe span of three months, I was shown how the device worked. I needed tobe the one to make sure nothing went wrong during the test. You see, thedoctor and his girlfriend were.