Clarissa came out of her office and saw his nails. "Now that isyour color! I love your nails. Keep up the good work. Remember yourjob is to look prett...." She left, and he knew she was going to the weekly meeting Tomalways held. He wished he could be there but it was no place for asecretary. When Clarissa came back from the meeting, he saw she was carryingsomething. She came and set it down on his desk. He read it. It said'Carla Forrester--Secretary.' He was floored. Why did she have to. On Chaos I would be just over one hundred and twelve and on Earth, I would be sixty-five.”That revaluation just about had me falling out of my saddle. “What is wrong, my Hero?”“Beth and I never discussed her age in Earth terms. I remembered that she was twenty-seven when I selected her. That would make her almost sixty-five now then.”“Is that a problem?”“Only in the fact that she is older than my mother would have been if she was still alive”“So it is a problem.”“It is just another thing for me. Danka tore off her own skirt and ripped it into strips to make a tourniquet. The surviving nymphs, joined by a squad of Danubian musket-men, covered Danka and another squad member as they dragged Dalibora towards a stone house. They laid her on the floor and Danka more closely examined the wound. The bone was shattered. There was no question the leg would have to be amputated, but Danka did not have access to surgery equipment. All she had was a pouch of morphine and some other medicines to. Another bit of information that didn't make sense."Like why the hell I'm here!" I yelled into the Road King's rumble. Still no answer from the voice, the coward.I found my breakfast less than a half hour later, and in the perfect spot – halfway through Yreka within spitting distance of the on ramp to I-5 South. Denny's isn't what you'd call inspirational food, but they had what I wanted and they weren't shy about letting me pay for a little extra of this and that. I had fried eggs, crisp bacon.