I wasn’t an athletic sorta kid. But I was smart, which usually meant being a grade ahead of most kids my age. Puny, that was my norm. The part when kids picked other kids to be on their team was torture for me. If there was a minus zero draft pick, it woulda been me. ...

The curtain lowers slowly at the end of act 2.  Michelle is defeated and has somehow developed a weird limp for sympathy.  She slumps demonstrating her loss of proactivity.  However, she still dresses great, thank to my mother's collection.   I start getting emails...

Michelle.   My belle.  How does your garden excel?  What manifests Michelle's garden?  Oh easy, my mother's checking account does.  How silly of me.  You wear the kaftan.  You don the turban.  You can forge a check.  What a talent you are.  And heck, I just thought...