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Rear Window

... 6.45, Paula opened her bedroom door and shouted, ‘Here I come, ready or not.’ She walked out and my heart skipped a beat. This time she had done her hair like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s and was wearing another black dress, sleeveless but with a high neck line and a flared skirt together with the black heels she had worn the first night. She wore a single string of pearls around her neck and a silver bracelet on her wrist. I was blown away. She twirled round and the skirt filled out, ‘Will I do?’ ‘Oh yes, you’ll do alright.’ At that moment the intercom buzzed and I wheeled over to let Lisa in. She blew in through the door like a yacht in full sail and stated talking straight away. I held up my hand for her to stop. ‘Lisa, I would like you to meet my new carer.’ I motioned to Paula, who stood up from the chair and walked across to Lisa and shook her hand. ‘Pleased to meet you Lisa, I have heard so much about you from Jeff.’ Lisa smiled and said, ‘Likewise. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch you name.’ ‘It’s Paula.’ ‘Oh hi Paula, that’s a coincidence Jeff’s last carer was called Paul. What happened to hi...’ Lisa stopped dead and stared closely at Paula. ‘Oh fucking hell,’ she said, ‘It can’t be can it? Oh shit, it is, you’re Paul.’ She sat down, looking shocked. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ ‘Lisa,’ I said, ‘I always told you that you sounded like a truck driver, you still do.’ ‘Screw that,’ she said, ‘I need to know what’s going on. And I need a drink, a stiff one.’ ...

... Paula went to fetch a gin and tonic and brought me a large Scotch. Lisa took a huge gulp and looked at me and then Paula. ‘My Christ, Paula, you are gorgeous. You look fabulous.’ Lisa was recovering fast. ‘You are one big bastard, Jeff for pulling this on me, I will never forgive you. Now, will one of you tell me what the fuck is going on?’ I told Lisa about discovering Paul’s secret and Paula told her about growing up and how she became Paula. Lisa was rapt and for once kept quiet for the whole of the story. She sighed and leant back in her chair. ‘Paula, that’s one hell of a story, you must have been through some rough times.' She nodded her head towards me and said, ‘and this old bastard over here didn’t mind?’ ‘No, Jeff has been wonderful. I offered to resign but Jeff said no, he wanted me to stay. He suggested he meet Paula and then he agreed to let me be Paula when I want. I’m Paul during the day as his carer and then I can be Paula in the evening.’ Lisa looked at me over the top of her glass and raised her eyebrows at me. I ignored her but knew she wouldn’t let it go. Paula excused herself and headed to the kitchen. ‘Well, well, well, what a tangled web we weave. And are you two, you know, dirty dancing? I mean together?’ Lisa was never subtle. ‘God, no. I mean it’s totally professional and I guess we’re friends but that’s it, you dirty minded witch.’ Even as I said it, I didn’t think she believed it. ‘I can tell you, I know a whole host of red bl**ded men who wouldn’t ...