Maybe she would reconsider. Ithadn't been that bad of an offense. Had it? Yet she saw it as apersonal affront. I had visions of myself being stuck ...in womenswear fora long time without even an occasional Boy Day. Clair took the powderand opened it. She held it under my nose and I dutifully sniffed."Didn't you like it?" she wanted to know. "Do I have poor taste infragrances?" I... no. It's not that. I just... I was only thinking..." Or maybe you weren't thinking. Perhaps, because I was. "What?" asked Vikki sensing he had a question."I couldn't help but overhear the conversation you had with Christina as I tidied up the kitchen. Now please don't think I'm being nosy when I ask this, and feel free to tell me to mind my own business. But would you sacrifice that trip to Britain and Europe with that band if Justin asked you to?"I started to say something but George held up his hand as he continued to look at Vikki."In a second," said Vikki as she pressed herself against the left. " I'd like to help in any way I can."He looked into her eyes and they both felt that same familiar connection they had experienced each time their eyes met."You've been a great help already." I'd like to be your friend, Dan." I'd like that very much. Anyone would feel honored to have you for a friend," he responded.She blushed. "Any time you need me, please call." I will. I promise, if you'll do the same."She wondered how much Allison had told Dan of what she had shared with her Aunt about her. He said that they would all get ready for war but at the same time they would all try to stay out of it. The King on Central Isle -the captured trader’s captain said ‘of Central Isle’ and he said ‘on Central Isle’- was a weasel who could not be trusted by anyone; his closest allies and friends were the most likely to be cheated, robbed, or murdered.I had to ask “Do you actually have weasels on the Pirate Isles?”“No. It’s just a saying. I have no idea what a weasel is, but it must not be a very.