... you must be mistaken,Jenny!" Oh no I'm not. I know my own brother, Janet, and believe me, he may knowyou're not a girl, but he has pushed it so fa... down into that brain ofhis that he can't even see it! All of us kids have seen you every day forover two weeks now, and whether you know it or not, you have started toact like a girl, walk like a girl, and believe me, you look like a girlin every way. Especially with that soft perm and those acrylic nails youhave on. And if you try to tell me. But it wasn't as easy as all that. All the time she was sifting in her booth alone, Sue was having to fend off the approach of an admirer."No. Honest. I just want to sit here by myself," she said time and time again.But no one seemed to believe her. At least, they never passed the word along to the next guy.The bartender brought Sue her third rum and Coke, telling her it was an offering from a man in a striped sport-coat sifting at the bar."I don't think I should take that," she said. "It might. "There's a way," Celes said. "I'll have to be askin' the madman if'n I can teach ye the spell that'll let ye through their magic, without losin' yer own. If'n they've got them wards about all the doors, they suren' have ways o' preventin' teleportin', so that won't be workin'."Danica knew of only one spell that would do what Celes was suggesting. "Armor of Dispelling?" she asked."Aye, ye know the spell?" Celes responded."My sister used it all the time to sneak up on me when I was in the storage. "Absolutely," Mom smiled at me. "So you keep your eyes open for a boy you might like, because Friday night is your first date with Henry." Yeah," I nodded, because I knew some boys I already liked just fine."Make sure they're big though," Mom reminded me. "A girl has to have standards." Seven inches," I nodded and I'd never forgotten about that."At least seven. That's the bare minimum if he's really handsome." If he's only sorta handsome..." Eight inches." Mom wrinkled her nose at me. "And we.