“I wouldn’t EVER think that in a million trillion years, honey. They CHOSE to become like that, by making bad decisions and being feckless, always... taking the easy road. Unlike them, you had the get up and go to escape, to get yourself a college education against the odds; you have the Mid-Western work ethic in spades, and you’ll never lose that. You spoke earlier about selling your soul, but that was only because you had no choice if you were to stay at college. But you didn’t sell it; you may. The unicorn reared its magnificent head, horn glinting in the brilliant daylight. She let out a quiet gasp, overwhelmed by the pure beauty of the beast in front of her. The creature snorted, tossing its head while its long flowing mane shimmered brightly. Becca lifted a hand, trembling as it brushed along the unicorn’s neck. The mythical beast leaned closer, nuzzling her hand as it did. Her hand roamed up the animal's neck slowly and tentatively until it reached the long, hard horn. Grasping. "First, this line wasn't there last month. I double-checked the number. Secondly, it's a secure line that can't be traced or tapped into. Only a handful of the senior amazons are allowed to have those. Requests for those are supposed to go through Ebony and me. Neither she or myself got any kind of paperwork or a request for a secure line anytime recently." "Someone really is trying to be a regular 'James Bond' in our midst here," said Clyda. "Is there any way to find out what they're. ”“Once you have one though, your life is over,” Eileen says. “Your money is gone and you don’t get to just go out and have fun anymore.”“Maybe so, but some help on the farm would be nice,” Patti groans.“Speaking of the farm, I wanted to thank you for letting my class go there for the field trip.”“It wasn’t a problem,” Patti says cheerily. “Anytime kids have the chance to visit a farm and learn is good. I remember my first visit to one. It’s what inspired me to have a farm.”“Maybe in another.