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"How about me taking some pictures of you so that you can check your progress, and maybe blow Diane's mind in the process?"

"That sounds Okay to me."

"Fine, but first let's see if any of my shoes will fit you."

The first pair they tried were too small, but finally they settled on a pair of white sandals. "I was hoping to find some heels that you could wear, to change the way you walk. But these will do for now."

"Why are you taking out the coats, Sue?"

“I'm out of film and if we go over to the shopping center we can pick up some decent shoes for you at the same time.”

"You mean you want me to go out like this!" he said with a lump of fear filling his throat.

"Why not? In a month you will be up on a stage with a bunch of people judging you. You are going to have to get used to being seen in public. And besides no one could recognize you dressed like that. As long as you keep your mouth shut no one will even guess that you aren't what you appear to be."

Reluctantly, he did as Sue said.

As they approached his Volkswagen Sue heard her friend mumble to herself "Watch it sister!"

“Watch what, Barbara?”

"I tried to reach for my car keys by feeling for a side pocket. Pure force of habit, I guess."

"Now you can see why I say that we have a lot of work to do to get you ready for the contest." Sue pointed out. “Anyway, I'd better drive. I'd hate to see you try to explain to a cop why you pulled a man's li- cense from a woman's purse." After a slight pause she sadded, “You might just have to move in with me so that we can use every minute.“

"You sound like you are trying to discourage me,

Barbara coun-

tered.

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