My pretty friend again. When we were twelve, I voted her one of the Four Great Beauties of Class 4A and told her that I'd marry her if I were a guy if I didn't already promise to marry Ling if I were a guy. It's a convent school thing. But now she has married the dude on the left and Ling is happily attached to David. Ah well, stay straight. Stay straight! Speaking of which, Gib was sleeping without his pillow last night and I tried to slip a pillow beneath his head. He shook his head and said, "I like to be straight sometimes." Aha! An admittance at last! He spat blood from trying to explain himself.