Date: Thu, 13 Feb 1997 22:43:48 -0600 From: Kate Kerlin Subject: INT: HHR Kate materialized in the corner of her room. The room had been well kept after a year. She had to get ready for the Valentine Gala. What to wear? She hadn't brought anything but there must be something in the closet. The red velveteen. No, red was not a good color for her. She couldn't figure out why she got it anyway. The green brocade. No, too Christmasy. The white lace. That was it. With a white rose. "Ouch!" Kate jumped. There was something sharp in the gray carpet. At first she didn't see it. There it was. A short silver arrow. Kate picked up the arrow. "Wonder where this came from?" She placed the arrow on the nightstand. "She'd ask Barbara what's with the arrow?" A bath was the next thing. Then maybe a trip to that new beauty salon to do something with the hair. Kate opened the bathroom door. She squealed. In her bathtub surrounded by her favorite herbal bubble bath was a chubby little creature with wings. He looked at Kate for a moment then reached into the bowl next to him for a heart-shaped cookie. Kate's eyes bulged and her face became red. "Who do you think you are and what do you think you are doing?" Before the little creature had the chance to move Kate lunged forward grabbing him by his wings. It was somewhat of a battle trying to hold onto the slippery little ball. Kate held on. The creature kicked and splashed. The bathroom was in shambles and Kate was soaked by the time she had confined the creature in one of her big towels. Okay, now the arrow made sense. Valentine's, a chubby little guy with wings. What was a cupid doing in her room? She had no need of a date. She gave those up long ago. It was much more fun to watch the romance of others. It was fun and without the heart ache. She had to get ready. There was this stupid cupid to worry about. Kate rummaged through her wardrobe with one hand while the towel wrapped cupid struggled to get free. A date. Humph! She'd just bring this little guy along. She found the silver chain and harness she was looking for and slipped it over the cupid. It had belonged to her beloved cat Pretzel. It would serve to keep the cupid around. She tied the other end to the bedpost. And now. . . a bath. Kate Kerlin dave.kate@mci2000.com Imagination is more important than information. -- A. Einstein