Soon, in half an hour and counting, my brother is picking me up to meet Sherry’s parents and Grandmother for lunch. Likely somewhere fancy. There are times when you wish you were one of those paper dolls and you could just slip into a new body for an hour and then go back to yourself. Still, not much you can do but live in your own skin, as you’ve made it. I’m about to get dressed, burying myself in clothes hoping no one sees all the flaws. Yeah, right!