question the woman further
"Who's Prince Leopold?" you ask, fighting the urge to laugh
at the man's name. The woman looks quizzically at you, while the
prince appears hurt.
"What do you mean?" asks the woman, adjusting her tiny green
hat over her thick, copper hair. "Stop joking, Dana." You
look at her for a minute, and the annoyed smirk gives way to concern.
"Lee, she really doesn't know," she tells the
prince.
