Over the next two weeks we booked fight tickets to Juneau for spring break, along with a single king room at the Hilton. Dad put feelers out concerning the possibility of selling his business in the future. I talked with my nerd friend discovering he charged $500 for a birth certificate and $1000 for a certificate of marriage.

We made a trial run to Indianapolis for a weekend to see how we did on me calling him Ed, and him calling me Gail instead of baby girl. It was a fun weekend, neither making a mistake on names. Hotel sex was great, I had brought along a teddy that snapped...