((Sorry--forgot to put this in.))"That is, if nobody minds," she added, wondering where Sheila was.
"If you're asking me, I don't mind," came the Thief's faint whisper, barely audible over the clop-clop of the horses' hooves. "We've heard them all before. Presto was beet-red when he first learned about his songs, and both Eric and Bobby were ready to strangle someone when they first heard theirs, bt we're far from the way we were then."
"Okay, thanks." Iris flipped through the book. "Funny, there aren't many about Hank, Diana, or Sheila in here, except for a few speculating on--well, maybe I should leave the clueless wanna-be lovers ones out."
