"I... I saw her last night."
"Saw?"
"Felt, ok, I really, really felt her." I gulped down the last of my scotch, chewed on my lip an then said, "More than that, but you'd think I'm crazy."
"You already lost me Mr. Drake>"
"Call me Brian, OK?"
"Ok, Brian, I think I will call you crazy." He in't laugh, but he did stare a t me for a good three seconds. "That wasn't Rebecca Sweet."
"Huh?"
"You said she?"
"Yeah sure?" God knows I remembered the body, those heavy breasts, the whole nine yards.
"Rebecca Sweet was a man."
I just stared at him and finally he went on, "I told you it was a long story, Jerry, another round , please, and make it a double for Mr. Drake, he'll need it."
"Now where were we, on yes, I knew Miss Sweet when I was just a boy. She was already old them really old especially if one is a child. She died, on, about nineteen fifty nine, or, no, the early sixties, anyhow she had to be nearly a hundred by then There was nothing remarkable about her death until the Medical Examiner was notified by her mortician that Miss Rebecca Sweet was make. Well, small town and all, one can't keep a secret like that, so that's how the story began."