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kitchen, looking at
Tom, then at me. “Tom...what happened?” she asked, sounding a bit
confused.
    “It's gone, Jess. The feeling...It's gone.
Just like that.” Tom said excitedly, pacing back and forth while he
spoke frantically. “Something happened today. Something
changed.”
    Jessie watched Tom pace, muttering wildly.
She just stood next to the stove, waiting for Tom to calm down. She
then walked over to me, standing directly behind me, and put both
of her hands on my shoulders. Jessie stayed like that for a bit,
while Tom continued to rant. Finally she spoke...
    “You're right Tom,” she said calmly,
“something is different.” Tom froze, eyeing the both of us.
    “I knew I wasn't fucking nuts,” he said.
“After all these years, feeling the way I've felt...it was so
goddamn obvious.”
    Jessie sat down next to me. She looked in my
eyes, a smirk on her face.
    “My God, Samantha...you are so beautiful.
I've watched you grow up...tried to make you feel normal...tried to
be your mom.” Jessie had tears in her eyes. “This is all about to
change.” Then she hugged me. I guess what started out as a job, or
assignment for this woman, had grown in to something bigger.
    “I don't understand what's going on.” I said
meekly. I really didn't understand, but I knew a lot of things that
they didn't know that I did. I decided to play completely
stupid.
    “Can somebody explain to me what's going on?”
I asked.
    “I'll tell you what's going on,” said Tom.
“Yes, I'll tell you. I just got my fucking life back...we just got
our lives back.” he said, gesturing to Jessie.
    Jessie took my hands in hers, as she'd done
so many times in the past. She looked into my eyes. “Honey, did
something happen at school today? Something we should know
about?”
    “No.” I answered, sounding confused, and
lying through my teeth. “Nothing at all.”
    Tom rushed towards me, the crazed look in his
eyes was back. “Did you bleed today? Did you?” he spat. “How could
you look the way you do, be the way you are...and you still haven't
gotten your fucking period yet? How is that possible?”
    Now I became angry. “Why don't one of you
explain to me why it's so fucking important that I get my period. I
seem to be the only one here who doesn't give a shit about it.”
    Tom and Jessie just looked at each
other...once again looking as if they were reading each others'
minds. Jessie pushed Tom back, away from me. She looked me in my
eyes again.
    “Sam, did you get your period today?
Something definitely seems different.” Jessie asked calmly.
    “Why?” I asked sternly.
    “Why what?”
    “Why is it so important? Why is all this so
important to you? Why am I so important to you?”
    They looked at one another again, speechless.
Then they both looked at me. Silence permeated the kitchen.
    No one was budging.
     

 
     
    Seven
     
    That night I slept in the bedroom alone. None
of my foster sisters were at the house. I could hear Tom and Jessie
in the bedroom next door. Not fucking, like they usually do, but
yelling and screaming. I couldn't make out what they were saying,
but it must have been important because it went on for hours.
    More questions now entered my mind. How did
they know something happened at school today? Why the persistence
about my period? Where were my sisters, and why weren't they here?
What did Jessie mean that everything was going to change?
    Even though I still had millions of
questions, a little voice inside of me insisted that the answers to
my questions were coming...very soon. I drifted off to sleep when
their voices, and mine, finally died down.
     
    ***
     
    The next morning, a Saturday, I awakened to a
very quiet house. I was used to awakening to the sounds of the
girls playing...laughing and giggling. They were all younger than
I, but I always made time for them. They were my family.
    Tom was nowhere to be found. I was happy
about that. I went downstairs, finding Jessie in the living room.
She was