.. permanent, is it?"Anya smiled enigmatically. "Not unless you want it to be."Roy gulped, then he slowly nodded. "Since everything else seems to b... adead end ..."Jana nodded, then she dug some money from her purse and threw it on thetable. "Grab your stuff. We'll eat on the way." I just hate to eat and run all the time," Jenny said wryly. "I guessit goes with the job ... and the boss!" She saw Anya wrinkle her noseand decided her little inside joke was out of place this time.The drive. Scattered around the study were five other men, all about Carlisle's age, watching me like a hawk examines a field mouse. Carlisle introduced me to each as the young man who dove into the cold water and saved their grandchild. He was effusive in his praise, and it made me feel like an imposter, because I wasn't anything like the hero he was describing."Chet, this young man, already terribly injured from a talking a bullet for John Gray, charged across our back lawn, dove into that black, icy. She changed her clothing, wearing low cut blouses that revealed her cleavage, put on perfume. She tried starting conversations, often reminiscing, or suggesting things they could do, where they could go for vacation. Martin listened, smiling, enjoying these evenings in his mild-mannered way, responding to her conversation, sitting back in his chair and always saying, “This is nice,” or “dinner was delicious, thank you.” Then, after coffee, he would help clear the table, put the dishes in soapy. .." Cas said trying to utter some vague expletive at the vapidintruder, but as she tried to force the insult from her mouth, it died inher throat. "Da...aaaah," she said as she suddenly wanted to scream forthe bitch to get away, but she just swallowed until the confusion passed."Who are you? And how did you get here?" Cas finally managed to get out,her voice soft and musical.The pixie seemed to giggle at whatever struggle Cas was having, beforeshe landed on Cas's shoulder. The pixie was.