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Don't worry. He's lost all interest in your girlfriend." This wassaid gaily. Even so, I felt shame, not so much for myself asfor Mary-Ann. "She's not my girlfriend. She has a horror ofLesbianism." "That you don't share. Oh, come off it, Myra.You can tell your pal Letitia. Why, we've all gone that routeone time or another--it can be a lot of laughs, two girls andone dildo." Nevertheless, I continued to protest ourinnocence, while Letitia, getting more and more drunk ongin, described in some detail how, many years before, shehad been seduced by Buck Loner's wife Bobbie Dean whothen, no doubt filled with remorse, got religion one daywhile buying Belgian endives at the Farmers Market andgave up diking on the spot to become a Jehovah'sWitness. The story is not without its inspirational side. But Iam more concerned with Mary-Ann's reputation, and ourrelationship which means more to me than anything in thisworld. I talked to Mary-Ann a few minutes ago, shortly afterthe dead-drunk Letitia was wheeled back to her room.Mary-Ann sounded happy. She can't wait for me to comehome. I told her what the doctor told me just now: the castcomes off tomorrow and I will be able to go home by theend of the week. Unfortunately he refuses to give me ahormonal injection and my face looks a fright, with strangepatches of beard. I also dread the removal of the bandagesince, according to the nurse, all my lovely hair has beencut off. I hope Mary-Ann can bear the gruesome sight. Ihope I can.41