CHAPTER EIGHT
By the time Jake and I were finishing senior year of high school and planning for college, life had changed dramatically for me. I was in love. Ben Coleman, my crush since sophomore year, who still "didn't have an oar" according to Jake, had finally noticed me.
Gladys had been kind enough to sew new clothes for me and to teach me a little bit about hair and makeup. I still had an affinity for pants because I could do more activities when a skirt wasn’t halfway up my fanny. The trousers Jake had outgrown - which were always my preference - were too short, so I suggested that Gladys turn them into Capri pants, which were all the fad.
Gladys was still unconvinced. “But they are still boy’s pants, Kat. Tomboy clothing was fine when you were younger, but you are now a young lad
