"Oh yes, and Pansy!" Said Tracy, "You can put this on too." And shehanded him a beautiful blond wig in a bob style. "This will do untilyour hair grows... out a little more, and we can get it styled." Then thetwo girls giggled in unison, hands over mouths, like two naughtychildren.Pansy dressed in all of the items of clothing he had been handed,fastened the thin ankle straps on his high heels and wobbled uneasilydown the stairs to fetch 'his' collar and lead. He had to admire the waythat the two. After I closed her door, I went around and got into the car on my side, slipping the valet another $20 bill. I navigated the car out of the parking lot and got it headed back north, asking her where she lived. She gave me directions to her house in an upscale apartment complex tucked into an out of the way area of Memphis. As I pulled into a parking spot in front of her building, a town house duplex type affair, she leaned over and kissed me. I could almost feel the hunger through her lips as. It makes sense, though, but it will be a big imposition on them.” “He spends most of his time there anyway, I doubt they would mind”, my mom chimed in, “I’ll talk to Anjan’s mom about it.” I forced myself to stay calm, although this was deviating from the plan. “His mom had slight fever when I left in the evening, amma; she was planning on sleeping early (obviously a lie). You can talk with his dad, I guess.” Even as I said that, I wondered why Janani was insistent on them talking to their dad. And I liked it. One tradition we had when it was just “the kids” when we got together like this was to play guitar and sing around the campfire. We’d start out with a lot of goofy songs. “Be My Yoko Ono” was a trademark of me and Rick, and if we didn’t come up with it on our own, someone would demand it. This time was the best ever when Andrea chimed in with that horsey laugh that was so on pitch and so on-cue. That move more than won her over with the sibs and their wives who always made it.