"I'm sure you'll get him more suitable clothes, sir." Right. I thought some shirts, a tie or two, and footwear." Might I suggest, sir. With that suit,...a blue shirt picking up the pinstripe would be most fashionable." Yes. I guess I could see that."Charlie came back, the leg lengths were marked, he went to resume his clothes. "Can they be done quickly?" I'll check." He picked up a phone. "They aren't busy, sir. How about after lunch?" Two?" Perfect, sir. The name?" Charles Grant. Do you want. ANYWAY...I was somewhat surprised the newspapers and news programs didn't make much of Mr. Black's death. The press discovered Mr. Black's body and ran with a failed Major Demon Summoning story. Only the Magic news rags and some late night TV shows on the public networks made a big deal of his death.Barbie's mom appeared to be getting better. They had the Teen Coven and me over for dinner one night about a month after Barbie moved out. Her parents asked Barbie to move back in, but I could tell. I'm happy for you. I'm on a scholarship, too but mine is only ten grand a year." He snorted. "Only. I said that like ten grand is nothing. I'm happy to have it and I know the pressure not to lose it." He sat across from her and looked at the paper. "This is fairly easy stuff..." Easy for you. Not for me." Maybe you're not looking at it the right way," he replied. "I'll bet you're not an abstract thinker." I guess I'm not." Neither am I. I came up with some tricks to help me visualize these. With the bar, that’s a little over 900 Kilograms or about 2,000 pounds. Would you agree that no human female who looks like me could lift a ton over her head?”Always the skeptic, I walked up to the bar, thinking that it was made of Styrofoam or something equally light weight, positioned my feet, I placed my hands in the proper place, took a deep breath and tried to jerk it off the mat. It didn’t budge, in fact, my efforts pulled me forward and I fell over the bar landing on my face.“Are you ok,.