The concierge looked at me disapprovingly, and I caught myreflection finally in the mirror behind the desk. I was half ahead shorter than Tony even in...these heels, but that wasn't themost obvious thing. The first for me was my hair; long and justcurving slightly in around my face, in the most beautiful shadeof reddened brown. The second was two things, round and footballsized, pushed by my dress against my chest and splayed widerthan my arms. As Tony turned us toward the lifts I looked overmy. I think bout the dark mood he is always in. We have been working on a play together the past two weeks. Today I need to go over and help him make some revisions. The October wind cuts at my face as I walk outside. I am wearing a tight brown dress and gold ballerina flats. I have cut my hair super short again and dyed it red. People are staring at me as I walk quickly past store windows and little eateries. I always get attention yet find myself alone most of the time. When I get to Alex's. Smiling, she patted a spot next to her and said, ?Sit down my hero.? I sat and we drank our second glass of nectar. She told me that she’d been here about a year. She got a transfer from her old post office. It seemed that bunch of good old boys didn’t take to women delivering mail. After two years of being hassled, she saw an opening here and took it. ?You must walk a million miles on your job Sara.? ?Nearly, at least it feels like it to my feet,? she mused. . "You are well, Revered Mother?" the spider asked politely, looking (?) at Béla.Béla stared back, her eyes full of terror. Then she blinked several times, as though coming out of a trance. She looked down at her healing body. There didn't seem to be any ill effects from giving birth to a million spiders, other than the fact that she was covered in her own blood from all the little tunnels they made coming out. She wasn't in any pain, anyway."Y-yes, I guess so," she said, her voice shaking and.