I initially tried the schooluniforms. They were white blouses, short plaid skirts, white stockings,and loafers. The uniform made me look exactly lik...e all of the girls thatI had seen changing classes the day I had been at the school. What astrange feeling to look into a mirror and see a young girl looking back!Next, I tried the casual clothing. It included only skirts, blouses,sweaters, and a few simple dresses. I could find no slacks at all.Again, they were easy to wear and comfortable.The. My mismatched shoes took me down Doyer Street. It was about 4 PM and the line for the shelter that had been set up in the old Chinese theatre had started to form. I got in line, talking to the others in line I found that the spread was jake and even if you didn't get a mattress, at least you could sleep on the floor out of the rain. I was warned about the Municipal Lodging House by the gee. The last time he had stayed there he didn't get a bunk until one in the morning. Then they woke him up. "Shouldn't be long now." Ooo, I can hardly wait," the mid-thirtyish woman squealed. "Al, hey Al, Henry's back!" she yelled in that sort of hoarse whisper-shout of someone wishing to yell without being heard too far away. A pot-bellied slight balding man in his mid-forties shuffled groggily into view from the battered trailer's tiny bedroom. He was holding an open half-quart can of beer and an unlit cigarette was dangling from his lower lip. It stayed there as he spoke, held in place by the. " You're right, and – oh shit!" Dennis suddenly exclaimed. "I taped the show for Mayra, and I forgot to bring the cassette with me when we left." He made a quick U-turn, and headed back toward the club."You know, I think I saw that tape," I told him. "I know where you left it. When you get back there, let me out, and I'll run inside and grab it."He pulled up in front of the club, and I hopped out. Had I thought about it a little more, I might have asked Dennis to go and get it himself. There.