No, surely this was my face. How silly was I to think that the facelooking back at me could not be my own? As I watched the mirror, my hairchanged col...or from black to brown, then from brown to red. While thiswas happening, the hair was growing longer, curling itself, and stoppingat the middle of my back. But wait, wasn't it always like this? "Ofcourse," I thought, "I've always had long, curly red hair. And look, myeyelashes are longer! Isn't this great?"As the changes progressed, I witnessed my. The lady he had been visiting gathered herself from the letter that the colonel had delivered, attempting to act out her social role, despite the shocking news that it contained. She summoned the servant who waited just outside the door. ‘Conduct the Colonel to his men, and tell Groat to come to see me.’ She said, her voice taut with barely contained anger. The servant did as he was told. And as soon as he had seen the soldiers away from the gate Groat made his way to the solar. ‘Not here. Not bad looking but not real exciting either. Then Jill showed up. And I knew her. Jill was my English Lit teacher from my school. She was short, married, had a Texas accent, and in her mid fifties. A little petite lady with a lot of energy but also looked kind of old and not someone I would expect to see at a sex swing event. We all got introduced and everyone started small talk. Jill grabbed and took me to the bathroom. "Kenny, you are the last person I expected to see here. You can not. "More of a Steelers fan," I added. He nodded."I'm a Cowboys man, through and through," he said as he took a seat on the arm of the chair where I sat. "I'm from Dallas, matter of fact."“ You don't sound like a Texan," I commented.He laughed. "I wasn't born there. My family's from Richmond, originally, but we've moved around. I went to high school in Dallas, though, so that's where I claim, these days."“ I'm from western Pennsylvania, between Pittsburgh and the Ohio border," I offered, though I.