CHAPTER FIVE
They moved together, fingertips sketchily touching, out of the room and into the corridor where they immediately encountered a wandering guest: a fairy tale princess drenched to the waist in hair the color of Caribbean moonlight, silver white, and with eyes as blue and bright as the light from a star. She was wearing a sleek, clinging, creme de menthe wrap robe with white scroll embroidery on the sleeves and on its high conversative neckline. Her skin was that rare combination of healthy brown golden and carnation pink coloration that one associates with technicolor debutantes and ingenues. But there was a look of experience and perception and sensual effervesence on her face.
"Oh, hi," she said, seeing Diana and Hera, misting to a stop before them, smiling with an odd detac
