Nathan smiled as he picked Crystal up. 'You must be hungry," he said. 'I'll take you downstairs. Nancy should have the tea and cake set out by now."

Although Crystal's legs still hurt, she could walk, but since Nathan insisted on carrying her, she saw no point in making a fuss about it.

As they descended the stairs, a thought occurred to Crystal, and she said, 'A man who can weave braids must be a sissy or a homosexual. Isn't that right?"

Nathan frowned. 'Do you really ...