Walker’s daughter gives me the look of death. “George will be staying with us until August to learn what we do so please welcome him and help him ...to learn.”After the meeting, I stay back with the Walkers. “George, I would like you to meet my daughter Sylvia,” Mrs. Walker introduces. I hold out my hand as Sylvia puts her hands on her hips and scowls at me.“Looks like he’s already met the ‘Ice Queen’,” Mike teases as Sylvia gives him a death glare.It is Friday afternoon and I’m in the accounting. Her face was unremarkable. Her nose was small and slightly bent, offering her eyes a slightly disjointed expression. Underneath her tears, the eyes were just there. They offered no window to her soul, no clue to her person. No feeling. I think they were what struck me most and were certainly the part of her image that has woken me in a cold sweat every night since. The last detail I noticed was a beautiful cross hanging from a chain around her neck. The cross was sparkling proudly on her breast. Just then, her Hep Cat adviser, Michael, came up to her and whispered into her ear."Mamaam, your Sweet Lovie in the misty place. I fear her time be near."Sweet Lovie was the nickname Marie had given to the newest of her hand maidens. Her real name was Dulcinda and she was from the deep back Bayou country. A place so remote and so hidden from civilization that even the birds in the sky lost their sense of direction.Dangerous Snake Country.Fearful creatures moved restlessly - a bump in the silver. "Oh yes please," she said and entered. "We'll go meet Zel and then seewhat stuff we'll need to get for later," she said by way of explanation.I called out to Abby and Ricki also greeted her warmly. "I know this isa kind of strange scenario. As you know and can see, I dress as I like.Most evenings I am Rickie in a more exaggerated female form. I earn moremoney that way as a hostess and bartender," she said with a wink."During the day, like now, I am more modest. Or if I want to be a sloband not.