I looked around and saw a band setting up in a corner. One of the guys from the band walked toward me just as one of the barmen came up.“A red Chima...y,” I said to the barman.“Bottle okay?” asked the barman, and I nodded.“Make that two Chimays,” said the guy from the band, sliding a couple of bills to the barman. He had an accent, but it was so faint that I couldn’t place it.“I hope you’re not buying me a drink,” I said.“I am,” he said.“I can afford my own beer.”“Of course you can,” he said with. Vera knocked at the door of the house we pulled up to. I stayed in thecar while Vera went up and rang the bell, someone opened the door andVera talked to them for a minute or two, then turned around and walkedto the car alone and got in.She told me that her friend's daughter was sick and wouldn't be going tothe audition. What a relief, it looked like I wouldn't have to gothrough with this bull shit."I guess we can go home and make other plans for the weekend." I said."Maybe we could be. ."I couldn't chicken out after all I'd say. And she was right, I was alreadyhalfway there anyway."Perfect! I'll go find something."I'd not even said anything.A few minutes later, I was standing in front of a mirror. I was wearingpink sandals and a white summer dress and, yes, panties. As I was a littletaller than Leslie, I was showing a bit more leg than she would. With myshort hair and so forth I looked like a tomboy who decided to put on adress one day, but I didn't look like a boy wearing a. That was the winter we got tons of snow. But then, over the years that all changed. Just somehow slipped away, slow like. I never noticed, I should of, but I didn’t. Now, all she cares about is if dinner’s hot and on time. Or the house is clean. She’s not there anymore. Like some how it all died.” “Why you so frustrated, especially after this morning? Thought you got all that frustration out’your system.” “Frustration? You wanna talk about frustration? Let me tell you about it. I have that.