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XI. A ghost and a riddle. Night again. Bus travel made her sleepy, but only during the day it seemed. She traveled through the night hours wide awake. Phoebe could see her reflection like a ghost super-imposed over all that limitless darkness. She felt like a ghost, too, like something not quite real, a figment of someone's imagination. But who's? She was a ghost floating across the countryside to haunt a person who'd run as far away from her as possible. What brought her back to earth was the growling in her belly. When was the last time she ate last? Pittsburgh? She didn't like to eat when there wasn't a scale around. So she'd been restricting her diet even more than usual, just to be on the safe side. She slipped the candy bar out of the pocket of her denim jack and broke off another two-inch piece. She nibbled at it slowly and watched the ghost of her nibble at it on the window. Ghosts, she reflected, didn't eat. Then her cell phone beeped. She looked at the lighted display and saw it was another text from him. Later for him. Instead she took out her journal and wrote: You know how it goes. It's a winter night and a father and son are in a nasty car wreck on an icy road. The father is killed instantly and they rush the son by ambulance to the nearest hospital, barely clinging to life. They call ahead and the one surgeon on duty that night is scrubbed and ready to operate. But when they wheel the boy into the emergency room the surgeon takes one look at the patient on the gurney and declares "I can't operate on this boy! He's my son!" How can that be? Wasn't the boy's father killed in the accident? How can the boy be the surgeon's son? Answer: the surgeon is the boy's mom, of course. That's my life, sort of. An old joke. A gender-bending riddle. Except it's worse than that. I mean, it would be bad enough to have your dad came out of the closet and announce that he's gay. It's a real kick in the head, but it happens; there's a context for it. Moms being doctors, dad's dating other men. There are even children's books about this sort of stuff. But to have your father announce that he is now a she, that he's decided to become your mom instead...well, I'm sorry, but that's still outside the realm of what anyone can reasonably expect a nineteen-year-old to deal with, that's just plain fucked-up. That just makes a mockery of everything; it's as if he--I'm sorry "she"--just doesn't give a shit how much embarrassment he's causing everyone else around him, most significantly, yours truly. And he's supposed to love me, right? He always said he did, anyway. I love you, you're the most important thing in my life, etc etc. Yeah, right! Why the hell did they adopt me anyway? These two lunatics! That's what I'd like to know. Who was asleep at the wheel when they walked into the agency looking to adopt a human baby? They shouldn't have been allowed to take home a beagle. I was perfectly happy in that foster home, I'm sure. Well, at least happier than I am now. What did I know from parents? My biologicals left me with the hope that someone less fucked up and more prepared than they were would raise me. Haha. Look at what I ended up with instead. I would have been better off being raised by pelicans. What's so great about parents, anyhow? All anyone does is complain about their parents, even the normal kids I know. It seems everyone ends up in therapy talking about their awful parents and then they end up marrying people exactly like their awful parents and they have kids that they in turn are awful parents to. Christ, when all is said and done, I was lucky to be an orphan. I didn't know I had it so good. So why am I on this grotty bus, traveling across the country to see him...I mean, her? That's a lot more complicated to explain. Maybe I'll try when I figure it out myself. * * * * * Author note: I plan to publish "Patchwork People" in its entirety in weekly installments here on Fictionmania. In the meantime, the complete novel is currently available as an Amazon Kindle ebook for $2.99. For more of my writings, drawings, erotica, and photos please visit my blog Sissypop! sissyforlife(dot)blogspot(dot)com.

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