But I wasn’t actually going with Chloé, was I?“Oh, well, she is nice,” I grinned lamely, “and an amazing skier.”“She is stunning babe.”...Marie grinned, and the others were on my side too, all smiling and nodding. True friends. I resolved to try.But then, when it came to it, at the end of the fabulous afternoon of learning to ski round poles, with Chloé, I didn’t have the control I thought I was going to have. We arrived back in the resort all together and Chloé manoeuvred me slightly away from. “Do you know how to play cards?”, didi asked me. “A little didi”, I said. “I am getting bored of the tv. Shall we play cards then?”, she asked. “Sure didi. But I don’t have cards with me”. “Oh ok. Let’s go into my flat. I have some playing cards lying around”, she invited and I accepted without any fuss. I wore my favorite pink slippers, locked the door and followed her into the apartment. “Please forgive the mess”, she apologized as she opened the door and let me in. Her place was a mess with. . she’s cute. Beautiful even. Sigh.“I want to know what you had to do with this,” I said ... and it wasn’t a question.“Who? Me?” Wendy said.“Who, you what? I wasn’t talking to you ... I was talking to You Know Who.”“I do? ... I do,” she said.“Butt out Wendy ... I’m talking to them,” I said.It was an inopportune moment ... the doctor, accompanied by the ward head nurse, stepped into the room.“Who? Me?” asked the doctor and the nurse ... twins, even. Disgusting.“Not you doc,” I sighed. Every time. She wasn’t sure that Goody Brown really thought that either.“Look. I’m sorry ... I had no idea, and I don’t want to ... to be a thoughtless immortal. But I’d like to understand. Can I ask a couple of questions?”“Aye. You’ll need to understand, and we can help ya.” Hulda echoed her mother’s words with an enthusiastic nod.“Why can’t you—the watch, somebody—do whatever the Whores Guild does to punish or stop or whatever? Why can’t the Whores Guild do it? Why can’t Whores protect everyone?”“Council.