‘That probably wouldn’t work for dwarfs,’ said Carrot, oblivious to sarcasm. ‘A dwarf bread experience tends to be short. But I can see it’s certainly caught your imagination!’
I’ll have to go, Angua thought as they strolled on down the street. Sooner or later he’ll see that it can’t really work out. Werewolves and humans . . . we’ve both got too much to lose. Sooner or later I’ll have to leave him.
But, for one day at a time, let it be tomorrow.
‘Want the dresses back?’ said Cheri, behind her.
‘Maybe one or two,’ said Angua.
THE END