Turning to them while still holding onto the undertaker’s arm I asked, ‘Charlie, what’s going on around here, and who’s your companion?’ ‘...oc it’s good to see you again. Let me introduce you to miss Jane Canary, otherwise known as Calamity Jane. She was also a good friend of Bill’s, and we just came to see about putting an end to this mockery,’ Charlie explained. Giving the undertaker a shake I said, ‘I asked you a question! Didn’t Bill have enough money to pay for his own funeral?’ Charlie. " I said. "Can't call you Emilien when you're like this."Simone," he said. Only it wasn't in his voice. He'd changed it to a deep contralto. It fit him, her perfectly. Both the name and the voice."Simone? I like it. So, Simone, how about we go out to dinner?" Sounds Lovely" she said.The next half hour Simone spent practicing how to walk in heels, and I dressed up. I made reservations at the finest restaurant in town. When we left she'd really gotten the hang of the heel walk. I gave her my fur. "And a good thing ye did so." But even if we get away, they'll still remember what they saw," Laurelinterrupted. "That can't be good." No, it can't," Tracy replied. "We Patrollers have an... arrangement withthe police, so they wouldn't be a problem." She looked it Laurel. "Yuirtemper turning ye green is another matter. I'm thinking that there's awee bit of 'editing' that needs doing here."Laurel looked down, not wanting to face the other woman. "I'm sorry, buthe... I can't really explain it.. He loved music, it was his only friend. But his parents, two people that used his talent to their benefit, poisoned him. Whenever he had moments of doubt, they would berate him, telling him that Mozart was self-assure, he never second thought his own talents. They stole his childhood, robbed him from experiencing bruised elbows, scraped knees, fistfights, and catching fireflies in the summer with friends. He had no friends, except for those his parents allowed in the house. And then, those.