He stopped at my bookcase at seemed to notice something. Youre a journalist? He asked. I am, why? Oh, I just saw your award here. Journalist to Watc...h, huh? Thats nothing&hellip, I doubt that. You must be a great writer. I laughed. Youve never read my stuff? Well, Im kinda busy a lot&hellip, Oh, sorry. I know what you mean. Yeah&hellip, Keystone is a busy city. Busy enough, I guess. Youd be surprised how much of the little things I have to pass by with a life like this. Really? I was honestly. "Are you okay?" I asked."I feel....weird. Like my head is full of cotton candy." Her eyes werestill a little unfocused. And there were blonde streaks in her brownhair that hadn't been there before. Her face as a whole had changedShe seemed to snap out of it, and her eyes widened. "Steve, you shouldlook in the mirror."I did, and I was startled. Like Claire, I had blonde streaks in myhair. And my face had changed subtly. It was narrower, and morefeminine. My lips seemed fuller. From the. From a far corner an older black woman responded. "You go girl!"At this, the whole house burst into laughter and the waitress smiled. "Hon, we all agree with you, but I still can't sell you a beer."Feeling that she'd won a small victory Isidora settled for a coke. Her temper turned off as fast as it had turned on. The meal turned out to be decent, and before we'd finished, almost every woman in the house stopped by the table to wish Isidora good luck with her marriage. It reminded me of our. "I could tell she was a little embarrassed, coming up to a strange guy in a bar and trying to strike up a conversation. It didn't help that I was so much younger than she was." 'Excuse me, sir, ' she says. 'May I speak to you for a moment?'" 'Yeah?' says I, kinda cautious. I'm like, giving her the benefit of the doubt, y'know?" 'You're a member of the ground crew at the ballpark, ' she says. 'I followed four of you here from Camden Yards after the game. I needed to talk to one of you.'" So I.