> Zandra barely restrained herself from growling at Derek. He was
> treating her like a child, but she refused to act like one. Sighing,
> she turned ruefully to the coroner. "Wonderful. He wants me to
> ~entertain~ you." In a moment of that quirky, whimsical sense of
> humor which she was beginning to regain after the shock of having
> her position at the Darkside compromised, she did just what he
> suggested. As soon as the others were facing away, in a queue
> moving towards the house, the sorceress did a very swift little
> tapdance for Frances. Spinning around several times in mockery,
> she ended with a flourish, then looked upward with eyes sparkling
> sardonically.
Fraces burst out laughing. "I'll be sure to tell him what a nice job you
did," she assured Zandra. Do you know where the kitchen is in this place?
Maybe we can have some tea and talk. I suddenly feel like a third wheel or
a fourth wheel. That tends to happen when ever I don't seem to fit into
their wierd little world. We can be outcasts together."
Frances
