Yes, there would be someembarrasement, hopefully, not too much. This could all be fixed. I wasgoing bald anyway, I can explain it to the wife, that ... wanted to shavemy head, but didn't want to risk cutting myself, so I used Nair instead.Some got on my eyebrows and I did my best to clean it up and I might aswell shave my mustache off, making it a clean sweep, yes? After all,it'll all grow back. Not sure what I'm going to say about the rest ofmy body. I'll have to keep it covered with. Something. One of those long, elfy names.”“Elfy?” Xera asked, ears twitching, a smile on her lips.“And she recruited me for a job.” Minx flipped her dagger in her hand. “To steal the High King's sword from Angela after she reforged it.”Angela blinked.“What?” Sophia gasped. “You... you...”“It wasn't an accident I picked Chaun's pocket. Though I feared I ran away too well and thought I lost Xera. But she found me with her elfyness.”“You were going to steal the sword?” Angela asked, her face. This car didn’t have power locks or power windows. I was probably lucky it had power steering. As Kim sat down I said, “Hi there, thanks for helping me with this.”She smiled and said hi back, then looked me over a bit and said, “I see I will have my work cut out for me.” I could tell she was being playful, and I took it as she intended. I was dressed in those skimpy basketball shorts and a t-shirt after all. I shrugged and said, “Well, at least you understand the scope of the problem.”I pulled. The real St. Nicholas died centuries ago,and Santa Claus is a complete fiction." Ooooh," said Laura. "He doesn't believe in Santa Claus!" And I don't believe in Hanukah Harry, either," I said, mentioning thefiction some Jewish parents had used to placate their children whoenvied the visits most kids got from "Santa Claus." Really? You don't believe in Santa Claus?" Henry soundedincredulous."Of course not. No one over the age of six or seven does. There's adifference between enjoying fairy.