The old man pulled up the donkey cart at the checkpoint. His sombrero was yanked low over his face to protect his eyes. A soldier stepped forward, put...ing up his hand."Hey, old man!" the soldier said, "where you going?" My village," the man replied, almost inaudibly."Eh! What's that? What village?" There... over there!" Identity papers?"The old man pushed his hand into shabby coat, through his long, tangled silver beard. He extracted a piece of paper and handed it to the soldier. "What's this?". When her dark hair covered her cheeks and left only her normal lips exposed, she seemed like a perfectly normal, albeit spunky woman. With snake eyes. And claws.“I suppose you wouldn’t really need one, with girls lining up at your door. Ah man, you should invite me to one of your feedings sometime. We could turn the lights off so she can’t see my face, and do all sorts of dirty things to her in the dark.” The Nosferatu was grinning with her scary array of massive crocodile teeth, and started to. It made me feel great. Linda soon returned with three pairs of heeled court shoes. One pair black with a 2 inch heel, one pair navy blue with a 3 inch heel and the third pair white with a 4 inch heel. I tried each pair on in turn. I found I could quite easily manage the 2 inch heel as I walked in the changing room. The 3 inch heel was a bit more difficult but manageable as I had worn Davina’s for a few hours. Standing up in the white 4 inch heels had me tipping forward straight into Linda’s. Laura had been sitting in the same place now since Stan had called almost two hours earlier. She had just read a House and Garden Magazine cover to cover and suddenly realized she had no interest in houses or gardens.Amy, who had just come down from cleaning the kids' rooms to make lunch, looked at Laura inquisitively and said, "What's that you say?" What am I suppose to be doing?" Laura repeated, "As a housewife, you know? I'm not interested in this gardening stuff, even if Pietro would let me.