That made it possible for the two of them to return to bed after breakfast. Good coffee and mediocre donuts were on the menu at cafe Peter Sims. Afte... breakfast Helen was on the menu. They stayed in the warm, but cramped bed until 2pm. ‘Get your sorry ass out of bed and lets go to that restaurant I saw in the next block,’ Helen demanded. ‘Okay, but we should leave a note in case we get lost in the blizzard,’ Peter said. ‘It’s a snowstorm, but it isn’t a blizzard,’ Helen corrected. ‘Just get. Where was everybody? Was this a trap? I didn’t think so, but who could figure out what demons would do?We went deeper into the cave, but, strangely, we did not have any problem seeing where we were going. There were no obvious lights, so what was letting us see where we were going and what we were doing? A whispered conversation with Naomi had us falling back onto the universal answer for everything having to do with the demons: magic. At least we did not have to know why things worked as long. "But don't put too much stock in that. When a man is acting like a gentleman around a woman it generally means he's either trying to get something from her, or doesn't find her attractive." That's a horrible thing to say!" she objected."Probably," he admitted. "But I still think it's basically true." So, because you're acting like a gentleman, you want something from me," she said. "What do you want from me?"A dozen things zipped through Bob's mind. They were quite similar in many respects,. Now the last one, she was somethin else, she had the face of an angel but musta weighed in at three hunerd pounds. Damn, the kinda gal you would ride with yer spurs on and I reckon you may dern well need em ifin you don't want to get bucked off.Well ol Jed, he ain't bashful, "Jest what is it you thespians do?" he asked."We perform on stage if we are able to find a proper venue," the tall one replied.This time I did fall off my chair, but my lips was movin before I even got to my feet, "You mean.