I can see it badly needed a paint job and the wood work was deteriorating and the eaves were partially dilapidated. Surely one would only guest the in...ide would be messy and the food terrible but still, curiosity made me go along with everything. As we entered there was an old Chinese woman standing behind a tiny desk. Shania then showed her a card which had some Chinese symbols on them. The woman then picked up the receiver from the antique phone that was on her desk and belted out some. .”Then something catches her eye. She cautiously walks over toward it. “What’s this?” she whispers. Reaching out, the witch grabs the piece of paper flapping in the cool breeze. It is stuck to a nail on the trunk of a small tree. Not recognizing the style of writing, she begins reading it aloud. “Penelope. I may have told you a few lies, but it was all in good faith. You had something I needed and I had the means for you to get what you needed. Unfortunately I had to take the book. But, if you. You guys are going to win with this." I held it out to the tall girl and said, "You have to promise to bring it back." Her face turned serious and she nodded. "Hurry, so you can claim the win."The three of them clapped and started chattering as I held open the door. They took off running down the street, talking and laughing. Oh, to have that energy anymore. I stood there and watched the one girl, wondering how old she was. She certainly wasn't a girl anymore whatever her age, not when she. I envied women’s ability to change their look with just a little effort, a tight skirt; that was so sexy in one way to a pair of jeans that was sexy in an entirely different way. Then there was the hair thing. I thought that it was so cool the way that women could change their entire look, even their personality by just wearing their hair differently. I really like women. If it wasn’t for that monthly thing I would want to be a woman. I would be a lesbian if I had my final sexual preference. So.