”“I’m not kissing your foot,” exclaimed Rachel. “He bit your foot, make him kiss it.”Sue shoves her foot in my face. “Rachel said you ha...e to kiss it and make it better,” said Sue.“Fine,” I said. I grabbed Sue’s foot and give it a quick peck. “It doesn’t feel better,” extolled Sue, “kiss it again, with feeling this time.”I took Sue’s foot and placed a gentle kiss on her big toe, then kiss each of her little toes for good measure. “There, all better now?” I asked.Sue pulls that foot back and. Two arms, check. Two legs, also check. All visibleextremities and digits in place, including 10 fingers. Perfectly in linewith the human anatomy chart just outside the chamber. As expected theonly visible physical transfiguration is my suit, which grew severalsizes too large during the aborted restructuring event. These things aredesigned to absorb the brunt of unreality, and I've seen them do worsethan warp and grow a bit while still leaving their occupants unchanged,so nothing alarming. A few acolytes drifted over to me asking if I needed assistance, their eyes full of mock surprise at my presence. A sly grin revealed their mischievous intent. Thankful I'd all the help I needed this morning in the manor. I bid them farewell and left.A throng of estate workers gathered around the stable rolling out carts and carriages for the day's activities. It was common to see empty wagons visit the lumber mill or forge to gather supplies for the manor workshops. The staff in the workshops. Jo sat and drank her glass of cold lemonade savoring every mouthful that went down. Anything cold felt like a lifesaver. Pete was with the crew giving directions about the next take, and everyone walked around like zombies. The heat was really getting to everyone.Santa Fe was gorgeous, but the burning sun was something Jo could never live with. It got hot in LA, but not quite like this. She'd never done a picture in this part of the country. Almost every film she'd done to date had been shot in.