"Hello, Cathy," her father said, as she walked into the house. He was sitting in the living room, as usual, reading the evening newspaper. "Hi, Daddy.... I'm fine." Cathy went up to her father and kissed him hello. "How was your day in school." Again Cathy felt that strange shiver course through her body. She had to leave the room. She had to go up and finish what that boy had started. She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled at her father. "Oh, Daddy, you know …" "No, I don't know," her father. "Those sure are dumb names." Can't say I ever had any problem with them," I replied, "though theyweren't their real names, of course." Really?" Yep. And before you ask...no, I have no idea what those were. What youhave to remember is that Archimage and Boneyard were major leaguesorcerors and like all true sorcerors, they concealed their true nameslest that knowledge give their enemies power over them. In all thecenturies I served Archimage, I never got an inkling of what their namesmight be." I. “Why are we doing this?” Laura’s voice was a bit muffled because I had used one hand to push her head into my shoulder. I started stroking her hair.“I’m teaching you a lesson,” I said quietly.I didn’t mention that this was my first time as a teacher instead of as a student. I suppose that’s not totally true because I sometimes help Mum with Angie. But then I guess I’m being more like a teacher’s aide. This time I was being a proper teacher, teaching my very own lesson. I didn’t mention that I. The news lately are all tragedies. Accidents, fires, inundations, murders, etc. I turned to one of the movie channels and they were showing an Elvis Presley song and dance flick. I like those because they are entertaining without demanding a lot of attention from you. Listen to Elvis sing and see some young Hollywood starlet dancing and hope for a kiss from the King. Like I said, entertaining. The movie ended and the station was announcing the next one that it was going to be a “detective.