CHAPTER 68
I tried to distract him and commented that the Penarth ferry was possibly not a job with the broadest of horizons, but Clara was already laughing.

“It would be a help in all sorts of things, everything from being an air hostess to working on cruises, but, well…”

The laughter stopped, and she looked at her hands for a moment, then glanced quickly at LC.

“Is it possible your Mum was telling the truth?” asked Trish as she poured Dido a drink back in the air-conditioned cool of their hotel room.

“I don’t know.”

Journey of Cheryl: A View of an Asperger Person through Major Depressive Disorder and Gender Dysphoria.

Chapter 1-2.

Part 19 Penny Black

I woke up feeling ‘different’. I couldn’t put my finger on it for a while, but I remembered the discussion as I was going under, and when I felt around my groin, I realised that I actually had nothing there to put a finger on.

So much for reversible cosmetic alterations! My face had the swelling and bruising going down; my breasts were still swathed in bandages and now I was uncertain just how much different my groin was.

Len nodded. “Hard to connect with a name your Irish-American mom gave you when you can’t even remember her.”

“’Specially when you look like a boat person straight from Manilla,” she agreed. “Anyway – what should I call you?”

The Life of a Person

CHAPTER 67
I was getting older, I realised, as the days flew by, and before I realised it, Clara was climbing into one of four cars for the trip down to Cowaramup, and I was checking the notes for my speech. Dal’s college, which was now of course, also our son’s, was donating use of their function room for the reception, and catering was courtesy of good old ‘Soapy Joe’ and a bakery we also had on the firm’s books. The devil you know; at least it was a better excuse than just admitting to nepotism.

CHAPTER 20
We spent the next day walking, and I mean the day, because we weren’t back at our hotel till six in the evening. Lunch was taken in a coffee place with outdoor tables, where my memory sniggered yet again over Albany, but all of us were in sensible walking shoes rather than stiletto courts. Jacky did the steering, at least after she had found a suitable guide book, or at least more suitable than the Good Beer Guide.

It was the second Wednesday of the semester. It was also the second Wednesday that freshman Tommy and his parents had a meeting with the Principal. Tommy had not enjoyed the first meeting. Not at all. He didn’t expect to enjoy this meeting either. How could he have been so stupid?