"Paul left and Rod asked her, "What's that all about? I don't remember seeing anything on a McKenzie?" Probably nothing, I don't really expect him to ...ind anything." Where'd you get it?" Trust me, Rod. You don't even want to know. Maybe I'll tell you if something pops up. Listen, I got a ton of stuff to finish if I'm going to beat traffic out of town. I'll try to make it Sunday night. I'll call you if I'm gonna miss, okay." You'll call? Right, how many times have I heard that before? Say hi to. He been siting there far longer he supposed, lost in thought uncertain of his next move.His conversation with the queen had raised far more questions than it had answered. To say nothing of the considerable inner turmoil it had stirred up!The same questions had been rolling through his mind, over and over again since the Queen had made it her business to be elsewhere and no answerers seemed to be forth coming.His mother was alive? What did the empress know about his mother?Like it or not there. " She muttered back."What?" I snapped."What?"We stared at each other for a solid minute then she put her hand over the flame. I watched her lips counting the seconds. Twenty-five. Twenty-five seconds before she couldn't hide the wince and pulled her hand back. I put my hand over the burner. And left it there. At twenty, I knew it was scaled. At twenty-five, I knew my face was giving me away. At thirty-five, I gave up and snatched my hand back. "Oww." I hissed, "Fuck!"Sheila pulled my hand. Again, artists have long hair, but now his wasan inch or two past his shoulders -- just as long as mine. All he needed wasbangs and given our hair is the same light brown color, we'd have identicalheads of hair. He even asked me what shampoo and conditioner I used, andcommented a lot on how much he liked my outfits. He doted on Stephanie likeshe was a queen, and she obviously loved all the attention. But he obviouslywas totally happy, and said his combination of diet, vitamins and hypnosis(for.