"Yeah," I admitted."Magical?" I dunno, I guess so." Good. Now let's get you a costume." She began looking through herdrawers."Shouldn't we look in MY ...oom for a costume?" I asked."Nah, I already know what all your clothes like - believe me, you don'town anything appropriate. But don't worry - I have just the outfitpicked out, and it's unisex. Let me see where I put it - here!"She pulled out a little piece of fabric and held it up."I can't wear that!" Sure you can - it stretches!" She was. ‘Alas, your Highness, I failed to mention the easier route to my lady,’ I said with a grin. The king slapped his knee and laughed. ‘I wondered how Sunrise could lose to that warhorse of yours,’ the king said. Storm was bred for strength. He could move full armor at great speed across the battlefield, weight that would crush Sunrise. Unarmored, he did not have Sunrise’s light, supple nature. ‘Do you fault me for taking an advantage, your Highness?’ I asked. ‘No. Not at all,’ the king answered. He had to know why, so I told him to come over the next day. You remember he came over Friday and was out late?" Oh, yeh!" I answered. "I remember. He was nervous as a bridegroom. I hoped he had a date or something with Natalie -- I could see the tremendous attraction between them. The only other girl he'd ever dated was Sherry and only once -- something odd there." Well, Don and I talked Thursday night. I decided I'd tell Bob about Simms -- go through it once more so he'd realize why I'd acted. . . married to a woman named Sylvia, who used to be Sylvia Moore? You her son?’ ‘Yes, that’s us,’ Paul said. ‘He shopped here? Do you know if . . . I’m sorry, but my mom is beside herself—not so much because there was no gift from him this Christmas that we’ve found, but because he always did have one for her—for every occasion. He loved shopping for her. It’s just . . . just that she’s so afraid that she’ll find it in the house someday when she isn’t on her guard, and . . . she doesn’t think.