He changes the subject. "Have you heard anything from Ellie?"We finish loading the dishwasher and he presses the "On" button. A low hum emanates from ...he metallic beast. "Why? Should I have heard something from her?" I ask.He's feigning disinterest but I notice a slight nervousness in the way his bottom lip twitches. "She's dating Anthony, apparently," is all he says. "Anthony told me last night."Ah. That would explain my brother's somber mood. "Did you wish him congratulations?" Yes. I'm a. She loved him so much, she wentto one of the most powerful witches who ever lived, and asked to be madehuman. She got her request, married, and had a daughter. But when herdaughter turned thirteen, she turned into a unicorn. The mother wentto the witch, and the witch told her that once her daughter regained herstrength, she would be able to turn back into a human. And the daughterdid, and married a man, and had a daughter, and the same thing happenedagain. And so it has been, for generations. The rest of the way into Denver was uneventful, and the trip was not as uncomfortable as one might expect. My remaining nights were spent camped near the road, and I was beginning to reacquire my taste for such adventure. As a youth, I had always enjoyed camping, but I had lost touch with it when I went to college. The time I spent camping while in the Rangers was not fun because there was too much chance of being shot, so I no longer looked forward to the experience. Sure, I could get shot at. We got our drinks and she walked back to the main part of the party with me. Her husband was currently on the other side of the crowd, regaling a few of the hard-core brownnosers with tales of his climb up the fabled ladder. His voice was loud and drunken and even over the babble of dozens of other conversations we could hear a few words drifting over. Remington was definitely one of those people that loved to hear himself talk.Suzanne stayed next to me and we talked, our conversation taking in.