We stopped at the nearest food spot and ordered. As we were eating the door opened and our neighbour conveniently walked in. He looked at us and said,..."hi, you're my neighbours, aren't you?"My wife said, "are we? Sorry I didn't realize, nice to meet you."He was sitting on his own and my wife felt sorry for him and invited him to sit with us. He said, "It's awfully kind of you. I hate eating alone, but my wife can't trip out as she's very ill. She doesn't even recognise me anymore." My wife. She may have been in on it. He beat me and stole my clothes.”“I guess you’ll stick with that bullshit story,” the Sheriff tossed the shoebox to him.Holding the box, he felt its weight. Len feared to look inside himself. No, he couldn’t bring himself to do so.“That’s your gun, billfold, and badge. You won’t be wanting the clothes back, there to blood-stained. We killed a bastard last night out on Old Lame Owl road. A big feller about my size, who looked, a smidgen, like you. Routine traffic. "I imagine you would address him just as you have been addressing me," Dale replied."But that was before I knew you were a Wizard. Now that I know, isn't it a bit disrespectful to not use some formal title or something?" she questioned."Look at it this way: I'm still Dale to you Angelina, and if I wanted just anyone to know that I am a wizard or mage or whatever other name defines my capabilities, I suppose that I'd go by some grandiose title that would tell them; but I don't want everyone to. I felt that I was digging a big hole.“After what we just did together, you now tell me it didn’t mean anything?”Kat was rubbing it in. I started to panic. I felt I could be about to ruin everything.I looked at Maggie. She was smiling at Kat, who was grinning at her. I realised that they were enjoying how I was squirming.“It’s fine, I’m fine, we’re fine,” said Maggie. I realised that she didn’t need reassuring.“I just wanted to check that all was good.”“All was very good, thank you. Your.