Of dacht je dat ik dat niet zag. Wat val jij mij tegen. Dus daarom ben ik nu zo gekleed. Geen harde lul zie ik. Wat is daarop je reactie. Sorry Tante ...U heeft helemaal gelijk.Het spijt me, U zag er uit zoals ik gehoopt had. Zie je mij liever zo of als laatst vroeg ze. Liever als laatst als ik heel eerlijk ben. Hmmm. Wat heb je daarvoor over dan. Alles Tante echt alles. Hahaha zo hoor ik het graag. Nou smeek me dan maar dat je mij sexy gekleed wil zien. Tante ik smeek het U wilt U gekleed gaan. “We’re princesses in a real-life fairy tale!”Max shook her head. “It isn’t the same girl, though, at the coffee shop and the breakfast place. And you can’t magic the weather! Water’s gotta evaporate, roll up into big clouds, until they’re fat enough to break, and snow. And wind’s all pressure differentials and currents. You can make a wind tunnel but you can’t control the wind.”“Yeah, but it’s magic. The boots do fix our feelings.” Alex poked Max. “Aren’t feelings actually a bunch of brain. .. by then ... it won't make much difference, will it?"We talked a little about my plans for the short term, then my promise to make sure the boys kept in touch with them. More importantly to him, I promised I would be just as frequently in touch, no matter how the divorce went. He seemed satisfied with that, but not any happier. We ended the call with his wishing me good luck.It had been a little over twenty-four hours since Joyce dropped the bomb on me. A lot had happened, but there was a lot. Now finally alone, they stood, a couple of yards apart, in tense silence. Eventually, Paul turned to Marcy and glared at her with a scowl of outrage on his face. "What?" Marcy asked, sounding offended by his attitude. "Are you fucking insane?" he asked in a calm voice. Marcy looked horrified. "We're at a fucking funeral, for crying out loud and you just start..." Paul said. "What the fuck was I supposed to do?" Marcy cut him off. "It's been a month, Paul, and I haven't heard anything from you..