"You all right, miss?" Please call me 'Sarah', if you're going to look after me." She was smiling now, but still crying. "Sorry, Mike - happy tears!" ...he waved the letter at me. "I'm not used to getting love letters."Especially on college note paper! Well, well! And Mrs Whitehead buried last Friday. But, come to think, she and this girl had been thick as thieves - always going out together. Never a breath of scandal before - not about Dr Whitehead - despite Mrs W. being older and him with all. Just the usual. I’m meeting my friend Lisa for lunch tomorrow –‘ oh, and wasn’t she going to enjoy hearing about this? ‘– but then it’ll just be cleaning, washing and shopping. I s’pose I might go to the pub with Lisa and her boyfriend on Sunday evening, but that’s about it.’ ‘No hot dates?’ ‘God, no.’ I looked up at him even though I still couldn’t quite see his face, and realised with a jolt that I hadn’t actually told him that much about myself after all. ‘No.’ I gave a short laugh. ‘I think. The address was a large, dark Victorian with nary a light burning visible to the street. I’d been instructed to proceed along the walkway between it and it’s neighboring Victorian, knocking on the side door to the basement. Doing so, I felt the dread of a person unduly condemned but resigned to Fate as well. But when the door opened, spilling warm light and the heady aroma of freshly brewed coffee, my trepidation dissolved and remained behind me as I entered the room. I sat in the only. The flames that danced upon Mary rushed to her fist, and she threw her arm like she was throwing a baseball. The giantess screamed in pain as the ball of fire left a smoking hole in her breast. The monster stood dumbfounded for a moment, then slowly, like a tree snapping before the a powerful wind, toppled backwards, landing with a resounding crash."Mother," she croaked, her arm reaching into the air before she shuddered and went limp."You okay, Mark?" Mary asked, bending over."Yeah," I.