dries, there should be no discomfort of any kind not even an odor. Just remember, don't shampoo your hair until it's as long as you wish. You're next, Betty." And I repeated the treatment for her, except I applied it just a little heavier.

Bert then asked if there was test I could give that would predetermine whether or not my solution would work on a person.

"Certainly, Bert," I said, and rubbed a little on his arm - as I did Jack's and Sam's just to make sure they would be receptive to the solution. "Don't wash that spot for at least twenty four hours," I admonished them.

―

The afternoon had slipped away somehow, so we discussed dinner plans and decided we'd eat buffet style that evening and stay dressed just

as we were.

After dinner everyone finished unpacking and putting their clothes away. I put my male clothing in a suitcase and stored it in the darkest corner of the basement I could find. Betty and I shared one bedroom, Bert and Jack another while Sam and Nancy and the large bedroom.

Shortly after we'd retired, Betty softly called, "Vivian?”

"Yes, Betty," I answered, "what do you want?"

"Viv," she asked, "will my hair really grow that long?"

"I'm sure it will, Betty, I've had only one failure as I told you earlier."

"I sure hope so. G-night," she said. All was quiet again.

"Vivian?" she called softly.

"Yeah?", I answered, sleepily.

"You really like Bert, don't you?"

"Yes, I do, Betty, very much."

"Do you love him?”

"I love all you

—

now go to sleep."

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