Then again, he thought, maybe he was the one who was crazy. Herewas a chance to make wishes and he was doubting it. What was the harm?Maybe he'd been ...rong about magic all his life, and wouldn't that beexciting?"All right, Daphne. I'll make my wishes. But first, let me make that teaI offered you."---"We used to have loose leaf tea," he told her while he tapped his wayback into the kitchen. "It was one of Marjorie's indulgences. We alwaysmanaged to find it, no matter where we were. None around. Ponce was still single. After all, he was a great catch. Handsome, funny, witty, and very masculine. He kept his hand on my thigh the rest of the drive and then he squeezed it as we approached a sign for a beach that I had never heard of. He pulled into a nice shady spot and said "Ta-da!" "What?" I said with a confused look on my face. This is "Haulover." "I'm sorry Mr. Ponce. Is Haulover a restaurant?" "No! It's a beach." "Oh, well I don't have a bathing suit or towel..." Mr. Ponce broke in to. "Darla snorted in mock indignation. "My own children manipulating me. What is this world coming to?"Kathy kissed the back of Darla's neck. "A world where your kids are willing to love you as much as you love them."Darla simply said, "Amen," before they all drifted off to sleep.************ONE WEEK LATER...Dana left the house. Over the last week, she and Kathy had discussed how open they were going to make their relationship and had decided that as long as they both knew the person and. The smoke madeJane's eyes sting, which provided an excuse for the tears drawn from herby the realisation these people had nothing.In one corner lay a dog with what Jane initially thought to be a largepuppy at its side, but once her eyes had adjusted to the gloom, sherealised with a start that it was in fact a child, a boy, half-naked andwhose skin was so filthy he could easily be mistaken to be covered inmottled fur. A man half-sat, half-lolled in a broken chair near thefire, an empty,.