– Hey, I am Greta your host, owner of the cottage, the general store and the only motor vehicle on this island. An you must be the Webers, nice to meet you. She held out her hand and shook ours in turn like a pump. Then she got to me she stopped and gave me a worried look.
– Whats wrong, is it the seamen, ah, dont you worry about them. I cant se anything wrong with a boy wearing a dress if he likes to. After all we women can dress as men and nobody bats an eye. I think men in dresses will be as common as women in pants one day. Dry your tears.
– But I dont want to wear girls clothes at all. Its all moms idea. I burst out before I had time to think. The woman gave me a startled look and when looked at mom ho looked like a thunder cloud.
– Well, its all his own fault. Mom said and proceeded to tell Greta about me and my smart plan while we where loading our plentiful luggage on the truck after some groceries that had come with the ferry.
– So my sister and I have decided that he shall be wearing dresses during the whole stay as punishment. Mom said finished her tale.
– Yes I think that would be a fitting punishment indeed. Greta said and gave me a look that told me I had lost her as a friend and ally.
– Marie and Lisa will gladly lend him all the clothes he needs, wont you. Aunt Helen said.
– Well, yes of course, but only if he stops wet himself the hole time. Marie said and gave me angry look. Greta looked startled and fumbled with a strap.
– Ah, yes, thats reminding me about something. If I give you a phone number to call can you fix a special delivery for us? Aunt Helen said while she handed Greta a small note she had scribbled while still on the ferry. Greta looked at it and gave first me then Aunt Helen another startled look.
– Is this some kind of joke? Greta asked Aunt Helen.
– No, I am afraid its no joke at all. Can you fix it? Mom said.
Yes, yes of course, no problem but I am afraid it will to two maybe three days before you can have it. Greta said.
– I have some baby Pampers in my store if you can make do with what while you wait. Baby powder and a very good ointment to protect against diaper rash as well.
– That will be perfect. We thank you. Mom said to Greta with a smile.
Having finely understood what mom and Aunt Helen was talking about I burst out in an uncontrolled wailing, trying to run away on my wobbly legs but there could I go. The twins caught up with me in no time and brought me back, twisting my arms mercilessly in the process.
We all got in to the vehicle, me still crying between Greta and mom in the front seat. Our first stop at Gretas general store, unloading the groceries and picking up the diapers and the other things. I was made to hold the big diaper packaged during the ride to the cottage on the far side on the island.
