As he jumped down her sneered at me and I thought, well that’s a little condescending.I used to think the brain was the most important organ. Then I... thought, look what’s telling me that.The midget fortune teller who kills his customers is a small medium at large.What is Bruce Lee’s favourite drink? Wataaaaah!The dyslexic devil worshipper sold his soul to Santa.You kill vegetarian vampires with a steak to the heart.If you want to catch a squirrel just climb a tree and act like a nut.So this guy. Jeez, what's YOUR problem?"Neil snapped, standing and leaning down to get closer. "Ruth's problem is that you and Harriet are dating, going out, in love at some level, whatever lovey dovey term you want to slap on you two pawing each other." What? We're not..."Neil slammed his palm down on the table. "Harriet, let's go fuck. Right now." Neil said, cutting Dave off.There was an exchange of startled glances on the other side of the table. Harriet started to mutter something, and looked over at. I thought about what I was doing. I was talking to…a fairy calling herself ‘Tinker Bell’. While I was thinking, the girl vigorously shook her head. Golden dust fell from her hair and cloaked her tiny body from sight. When the dust cloud settled, a full sized feminine form sat on the rock before me. Goddamn-almighty, there was no mistaking her femininity now! She was about five foot two with eyes of sparkling blue. She probably weighed no more than one hundred pounds. Shimmering blonde. I headed back down Main St. to a small shop just across from the grocery store that sold clothes; if I remembered correctly, I would find shoes there as well.It turns out I was lucky; not only did they sell shoes, but there was also a small selection of fabric, buttons, thread and other things needed to repair clothes or make your own. I'd been dreading going to a bigger town to hunt down a Wal-Mart or crafts store and had hoped I could put it off a bit, but I was fortunate. I thanked the woman.