And went and made some soup. Chicken soup.OK, not exactly “made”; I opened up a can, poured it out, added water like the directions said and stuck... it in the microwave. I’d lost power along with the phone, of course, but the generator out back was chugging away nicely and would keep on chugging as long as I remembered to add gas every twelve hours or so, and I had plenty of gas.Why chicken soup? Maybe there’s a little Jewish mother in every woman, and I felt a bit stupid while I was doing it,. That dress is magical." What do you mean, magical?" "That's is a DBD. A Dream Body Dress. Whoever wears that will have the Dream Body that the dress is designed to give you." Is that all?!" I said. I was relieved. "Baby...this body is already perfect! You don't need to improve it!" "No! You don't get it! That dress is for a FEMALE Dress Body." The fuck?!" I yelled. "So I'm gonna turn into some chick?!" Yes..." How could you do this?!" It wasn't an accident. I did it on purpose I wanted to teach. One funny guy is getting on Shawn saying stuff like "stay close to us, these guys might see your size and want to take you back home" Another adds on something like "big neck, that ought to be a strong one". Shawn is taking it well when a southern stranger decides to pipe up with these words "Boy, put on those white gloves and get us a cold drink." Well, that started it. One of the guys in the group (Doug) is a former Iowa wrestler, heavyweight. He came in real high in the Nationals a few. Being a small town, there wasn’t much choice. The Thai place was something of an oddity compared to all the usual chains, and it hadn’t been open long so we’d never been there before.Dad looked around for dissenters but I didn’t really care: I was worried about Jo and praying she hadn’t fallen victim to the witch. I felt so helpless. And yet if I’d told the police my suspicions, they would probably have been even more dismissive than my mum.I vaguely remember the food as being good but I can’t.