”I couldn’t agree more.The witch steps forward, squeezing through the doorway and past the statue of the gargoyle. It is a tight fit and as she pu...hes by she bumps into it and it starts to wobble. “Uh oh,” she says in a near whisper. Reaching out, the girl latches onto the first piece of it that her hand lands on. Unfortunately the statue still topples over to crash on the steps and shatters into pieces.Well, for his sake I hope you already killed him.Stunned, the witch lifts up her hand to. "Perfectly alright." He waved his hands casually as if giving a benediction. "Just make sure you are in Denver for the 30th."It was my great grandfather's brother, who emigrated to the States in nineteen twenty-three. In those years emigrating was a usually a journey into the unknown. It also meant losing contact with your family. Some ties did survive with correspondence. But in the main those who emigrated never again saw nor heard from the relations they left behind. When I was at Cambridge. I don’t know what I was thinking. And, I apologize.”“Not accepted and I don’t believe you anyway. Anything else?” I said.“Please, can you take a break or something?” she said. I stared at her.“Yeah, but I gotta work, so you better have whatever you have to say memorized, because all I got is about ten minutes,” I said. She nodded. I headed for the break room and she followed. I nodded to Mister Dunstan as we passed him. He was talking to one of the checkers.We took seats at the little stained. They were red to match thedress. Then I put on the dress. This was the most beautiful dress I haveever seen. When I put it on and zipped it up I went over to the mirror tosee how I looked. To be honest I was a bit disappointed. I didn't haveall the right curves to make me look good in the dress. I was just aboutto give up when I remembered that my mom had a padded girdle. I never inall my life ever wore any of my mom's under ware. I wore all her clothesbut I never wore her under ware. I took.