You were also Scheherazade to yourself, he
thought, and looked at the barbecue pot. If de bees wake up from dey dream we
all die, but she die firsand de moshorrible. but he thought Annie might just be
able to wriggle past the law this one last time. He brushed frantically at his
face and knocked away not fingers but a large spider.
Paul made a wounded, baffled noise, lowered his hand, and
then leaned back, panting. You were also Scheherazade to yourself, he thought,
and looked at the barbecue pot.