It could easily have been part of a hotel suite. Des Moines or Toronto or Singapore. They all look the same. Not finding anything in the bedroom, she ...walked into her office. She called it an office, although it was just a bedroom where she had a desk, her computer, a TV and her books. A large easy chair with a floor lamp for reading. The window looked out on the same grey. Paul. Paul Saltzinger. He probably wouldn’t be hard to find. She looked at her computer, hesitating. She was only curious. That happened when he had a mop full of golden curls and apasserby commented, 'what a cute girl.' The next day Norman took himto the barber shop and had the curls cut off and a boy's part put in.Little Joseph was not going to be girly. But Joseph was a precociouskid and was alert to everything around him. The Carpelli genes ofsmarts were given him by his birth mother. One day, when Norman wasfeeding him lunch at home, he said to his mother, "Mama, why don't youlook like the other mommies?". We got back from the trip and i managed to get his cell phone number. i called him a few days after camp and asked him if he wanted to hang out. he agreed and decided me him and another one of his buddy’s would stay at his house. i didn’t know who drew was and was a little shy towards meeting new people but i agreed, just to be with alex. i got to alex’s house, and found drew being a dumb ass in a tree 2 stories high about to jump on to a trampoline. he did it and hurt his leg pretty bad ad we. . yer daddy hired the contractors. Then he had all the hands’ houses re-done.’ Lacey smiled tenderly, letting go of his hand temporarily as she walked over towards the big plate-glass window. New York’s skyline paled in comparison to the millions of stars that twinkled above the mountains. She could make out the shadows of horses grazing in the pasture beyond, and the moon never looked more bright. She couldn’t even remember if she was able to see the moon in New York. She looked out for a long.