Suddenly two monster loud-speakers stationed at the entrance burst into life. The management of the Looking Good Emporium had hired a deejay to provid... its customers with entertainment. The shattering noise from the PA system at the entrance hardly bothered her. When the music stopped the Cantonese deejay began his spiel. A back-packer walking past the deejay had a look of amused incredulity on his face as Alvin Kwan spouted quaint English in nasal staccato. I could hear him from my watch. ——————————- York was a small and bustling place, though to people from a little place like Cap Rouge, it seemed large by comparison. As Lise and her son looked around, Jean-Luc procured a small wagon and a horse. It wasn’t much, but it got them to Penetanguishene a few days later over the rough road and Lise was startled to find that Jean-Luc’s ‘woman’ — for he never once said that they were married — was a very lovely Ojibwa girl who spoke more than a little French and a fair amount of English. None of them noticed that they were following their 'morning routines' instinctively, without the benefit of the woman on the monitor. Soon the long dressing table was alight with the starlet bulbs around the mirrors and the countertop was a flurry of hair flapping in blow-dryer winds and cigarette smoke, curling irons and brushes. Makeup and hair arranged, they picked out some of the looser clothing (which had thankfully been provided while they were recuperating) to wear - still very chic and. The red haze made me totally without reason and filled my veins with relentless fire. Some of her hench girls pulled me off the terrified Trisha before I could make contact with her flesh. She was a gibbering wreak, screaming and crying as I roared with anger. Gone was the quiet shy girl she could push around, this was the dark monster that lurked in everyone and emerged if you pushed them too far.It took her whole gang to pull me off her and stop me from slashing her with my talons. She ran.