Finally Mom asked me if she could ask a serious question. "Ken, I've been thinking about this all day. I want to aks you somethung and I hope make you angry."
"You can ask me anything Mom," I replied, a tad nervous not understanding why I might be angry.
"You know what a big day tghe convention was supposed to be for Lori, right?"
"Of course."
"Well, I think, with your help, she can still display her gowns."
"You know I'd do anything to help, Mom."
"Ken, I think you should model you sister's gowns for her,"
I was about to get angry for joking about something so werious, but then I realized that she was not trying to be funny. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Just listen for five minutes... Ken, it stuck me at the hospital today that you fit the body type! You're tall and you're kind of muscular, especially if you were a female. You have dark hair and look a lot like your sister. If you let me fix you up iwth makeup, a new hairstyle and padding, you could pass as a girl. You go to the convention, walkd down a runway three times and them leave. It could save your sister's career and no one would have to know."