Only your head andshoulders will be visible through the office window.?She looked him up and down. ?All you would need is something to wearthat is obv...ously not male. A patterned blouse would do to complete theillusion.??Let?s get this over with then,? he said with mock resignation. Insidehe was a little intrigued to see what difference this would make.She laughed. ?Easier said than done. You might have noticed I?m a littlesmaller than you ? in fact I take small sizes for a woman, so nothing. The men not already working outside thevillage were surprisingly amiable when I explained I was a sorcerer-to-be. I explained we were trying to find a way to expel the foul spirit.They were grateful, though the part they liked the most was that theplan didn't involve any of them directly. They might escape unscathed,even if we failed, which I myself found relieving. The news spreadrapidly and soon plenty of villagers came to thank me. I received plentyof opinions on the spirit, but no concrete. ‘Son of a bitch,’ Martin said as he stood on shaky legs. His giggle afterward seemed out of place until I realized I was giggling along with him. It was a release, since we had beaten the odds, I guess. ‘This one is alive,’ he said after touching Smyth as I came to think of her. ‘Check on the VP,’ he suggested as he tried to wake Smyth. ‘I don’t know how,’ I replied too frightened to even try. I didn’t want to find that he was dead. ‘Well then come hold this broad’s hand while I check.’ He. It’s very anti-Islamic.” She looked at her brother. “Roger, something has to be done about this and quickly. That announcer is trying to start something. A complete translation was furnished and I know that announcer speaks English.”Roger nodded. “He went to a house phone and spoke with his father for a few moments. When he hung up, he returned to sit next to Angela. “Father was listening also. We are closing the border and rushing reinforcements for fear of violence. It’s going to be tense.