After all,she had been born a woman. But she seemed far more intent on looking intoevery window than anything around her, even me.Hours passed and Mel...nda dragged me around town seemingly just to make mefeel uncomfortable, for she didn't even stop and enter any shops where Icould have feasibly hidden from the world. She was bubbly during theordeal, constantly making references to how pretty I was and how the boyswere looking at me. Occasionally, they even were when she said. By thetime it was. As I stood before the impressive architecture of the Museum's south front, I tried to remember how long it was since I had been inside and concluded that I had failed to visit it since being taken there as one of a school party in my youth. In truth I had found it dull then: there had been too many stuffed animals and old bones for my taste. No doubt the exhibits had now been excitingly rearranged for the even shorter attention spans of modern youth but somehow I felt a nostalgia for the tedium. It was less than a month ago that he had travelled to France on a business trip with his mother to meet with other gallery owners and private collectors. It was at an auction that he first saw the distinguished looking man dressed stylishly and with his silver hair and handsome looks making bids on expensive art work. Their eyes met briefly and the man looked with interest and smiled at Joie at that moment. It was the following day that they met again in a café nearby the hotel where they were. " I use my most frosty tone with him."I seemed to remember you making promises." He says darkly."The promises were for all of us." I lift my head up a little higher. I am not going to defend the choice I was forced to make. "I didn't believe in the power of chaos like the rest of you." I go on. "I only wanted to help you." I know little one. It was what saved me. What made me go on." He smiles at me, really smiles. I had never seen that before."You ... have changed, more than looks." I say.