RANSVESTIA
"I'll get your coat-wonder if it's snowing!"
The flurries had stopped while I was driving down.
Swinging the coat from the closet: "Will you be warm enough your legs must freeze in those thin stockings when the wind blows up your...
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"Harry! For heaven's sake.. you sound like some kind of... want a list of everything I have on!"
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Harry laughed and pecked my cheek again: "I'll drive you home, if you'll bring me back!"
"That could go on until dawn. Bye.”
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Oh Harry... dear friend. Accepts me both ways. best he can this weird dilemma. . . fifty-five again . will all those tomorrows bring . . . things new and nice I've never known as man or woman things none have known. It's all a dear worrisome puzzle. Glad the snow blew out to sea. Motor purring blissfully beneath long star-streaked waxed hood forging ahead to silent faces smiling hullo...
I park the car away from the house to avoid prying neighbor-eyes that fill the curtain gaps when mufflers ruffle the quiet street-night, then, downward looking to find the curb in the inter-car shadows I pick my way to the sidewalk . . . still fifty yards from home . . . and there's Bruce ... great German shepherd ear-rubbing hand-licking canine neighbor friend of mine but vicious guardian of the Parks' house against all strange folk... leather and chain leash straining toward me, pulling small Mrs. Parks — taking her for an evening walk!
This is it... the gap between us closes rapidly and Bruce stops. sniffling at the crisp winter air from my direction . . . mane fur rising on end and fangs bared glistening in the lamplight leaps forward from steel-sprung legs toward me all teeth and snarls - pulling small Betty Parks off balance for one fearful moment. I freeze . . . Bruce . . . big Bruce... claws not gripping-tugs-making claw-scrape noises on the concrete sidewalk . . . chains rattle as Betty whacks Bruce's rear with leather leash ...
"Down Bruce ... down!" Betty yelling as curtains part here and there.
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