The Bank windows were lined with the filthy faces of raggedy Chaosian children smearing their dirt on the glass and watching the bank guard trying to ...eal with getting the riffraff out and getting the legitimate customers in. Every once in awhile, one of the children would run off and come back with two or three others and there would be a scuffle for window space. Precedence settled, the winners added their own brand of facial gook to that which was already there."Staying out of trouble, I. E., so they couldn’t teleport.“Well,” Selina said as she looked at the puppies that refused to grow up. “On occasion, we have to speak harshly to them to get them to calm down, but overall, they never do anything really destructive...”“Except for the six dozen freshly baked doughnuts that time...” Terri offered. “Or the chocolate syrup.”They all flinched.Terri grinned and offered, “Or the wedding cake...” she inserted, now giggling as Selina too recalled the mishaps.“Then the biggie,” Alice. I handed her a cup of coffee, black like she liked it, and she sat squatting on the chair seat, hunched over her coffee as she tried to clear her head. "Yeah, you were definitely feeling no pain last night when you came home. I assume Matthew dropped you off?" I asked. "Yeah, I couldn't have driven even if I wanted to," she said. "Well, after breakfast we will go get your car. You did lock it up, right?" "Yes, I locked it up. It's parked over at the Holiday Inn on East Commerce Street," she. There was a maid Mary, was an immigrant from a communist country, in her late thirties, 5″ 4″ tall, attractive looking with a good figure (though a little thick round the waist) and big boobs. She spoke English with a heavy accent, sometimes making it difficult to understand her. Sheena and Sheeba were like two peas in a pod. To tell them apart one had to be clairvoyant or God, I was fooled until I was told to look at their finger, Sheena wore a gold band and Sheeba wore silver. When I checked.