He knew it wasn't possible. Anything he could imagine could be brokenby the right person or program. But he wanted this one for his friends."Henri, ho... much longer must I wait?" Bromeliad stood on his shoulder,fingers running around his ears."Bromeliad, I'm almost done?" In truth?" Maybe an hour."She hissed, biting his earlobe. He flinched. "What was that for?" One bite will take an hour to work. If you are not done, tomorrow wecan finish." She flew up, pecking him on his cheek. "If you do not. "Except Nadia," said Joanna."What? I'm happy." No, you're not." Yes, I am. I'm perfectly happy." Nadia finished her coffee. "What makesyou say I'm not happy?" I can just tell with these things. You're pining. I can tell. Everytimesomeone comes through that door, you turn around to see who it is.That's pining. It's not a sign of a happy girl." It's a nervous habit. The bell on the door distracts me." You can keep lying to yourself, but you're not fooling me. You're likea zombie going in and out. Even a standing fan doesn’t make much of a difference.If it weren’t for the slab of a wall separating a single bedroom, this trailer would be considered a studio apartment. Not a big deal for one person living alone, but it’s a different story when three people live here. My bestie, Jenn, is technically the one who pays the rent, but three of us live here. She and her boyfriend, Matt, get the bedroom, and I sleep on the couch in the ‘living room’. It’s not ideal, but it’s a lot cheaper than. .I am Zukala, an assassin ordered to slay the Sultan Haroun who had murdered so many of my people. I was the best there was and I had every confidence in succeeding. I had easily slipped past the castle guards, made my way across the roof and crept down the wall to a balcony. Keeping to the shadows, I crept to the curtained entryway where he slept. Drawing my dagger, I slipped past the curtain and approached the immense bed where contented snoring rose. I took another step and suddenly was.