Taking a breather, Lenny turned off his recorder and sat back. He had been interviewing Bianca for almost three hours now. He found her fascinating, if not delightful, and certainly a purveyor of excellent information. Yet, at the same time, she wore him out.
Amazingly, she still looked as fresh and energetic as he had found her earlier, despite the five drinks-champagne for her, scotch and soda for him-they had imbibed as they talked. Lenny had tried to pace himself, even watered down his drink, so he would stay lucid for the interview. Bianca seemed quite lucid and eager to continue. Maybe that was the secret of witches, despite their outer maturity, they never really aged or tired out like mere mortals.
"Now, about this book," Bianca mentioned as she finished her cigarette. "
