They walk down carpeted corridors that change from brown and gold, to maroon and red. It doesn't mean anything, Rose tells herself. She appreciates th...e way her companion smells, like basil, she decides and fennel seeds and tangerine. She wonders if he knows he smells of heaven. For a brief moment Rose entertains the idea of explaining it to him. It could be a lengthy task. They arrive at a counter, a young man sits behind it, his complexion the colour of a Las Vegas holidays and his voice the. Speed of thought. I decided it was better I didn't mention thepooka as Gisela would need a demonstration and I wasn't sure if Rachelshould be looking at too many half naked adults before she had resolvedher own gender issues. She might still decide she wanted to be a boy.Although as I looked at Rachel, the petite French Maid, giggling over hercoffee I doubted she would ever self-refer as male again. She looked sonatural in her maids uniform.Unlike the first time Gisela left Robin with us,. Of course, being male, though quite tidy, I was not nearly tidy enough for either of the ladies but we managed to negotiate acceptable house rules for everyone. But the wedding was drawing near rapidly and I couldn't help worrying ("whittlin'" as we might say in Yorkshire).We were informed that it was not necessary to have someone 'give the bride away' and a Best Man was not essential either except to hold my hand. Which I thought just as well, as, while I did have male friends, none of them. Cromwell, we can FIX things.’ ‘But, but — I still don’t understand. How do you propose to do this?’ The man flexed his fingers for a moment. ‘I’d rather not go into the methods themselves. In any case it’s rather technical. When you have decided to go ahead, just call the number on that card. They will take care of fee transfers and scheduling. I urge you to call soon, today if possible. We don’t have a great deal of lead time.’ Cromwell was staring at him, nonplussed. Was he really having this.