’ That was all there was. No greeting, no closing, no hint of warmth, nothing personal at all. He felt like an annoying stranger, or a pest dismiss...d. He felt wounded and abandoned. He wrote back, in a tone of deep hurt and black depression: ‘It’s been six weeks since I’ve heard from you, and now you hand me this?!? I check my inbox twenty times a day, hoping for a kind word or a bit of contact, and for weeks on end you send me nothing. And now, this? This two-line note that you wouldn’t send. She stopped to stare at them both for a moment, cocking her head as something obviously caught her attention. Shaking her head clear of whatever it was, she smiled and pointed towards the kitchen."I'm going to go and introduce myself, I think." That's probably not a good idea," Lotty told her. "She's ... Once she gets angry she won't back down." I don't expect her to," Hope shrugged. "I'm literally just going to go and introduce myself. Best thing I can do right now is be polite, friendly, and. What good is being a Princess if you don't do a little magic now and then." Oh ... right. Come here pad." She gestured magically."Witchcraft to the ignorant, ... Simple science to the learned," Wendy said.Junior's magical gesture was similar to calling a recalcitrant cat. Fingers pointing down and making a scratching motion. Very similar to tootling goodbye ... but not.The pad slid across the ice ... it seemed like it was reluctant ... but it was just the wind."Got you," said Junior and. Cindy said the woman was very interested in meeting me, and she said "you know where I'm common' from!". I thought I did know "where she was coming from" and it took me by surprise. Things like that just don't happen often, and especially not in the bar I was in at the time. Looking back on things, I guess I was a fairly good looking guy in those days. Not the kind of guy who turns women's heads and makes them leave their husbands, but a mid to late 20s dark haired guy, tall and slim, and was.