“You're
saying I look like her?” Fiona demands of her husband, her blood
beginning to boil, “Seriously?”
“No, not
at all,” Robert replies patiently, “But she is the same height as
you, and she does have your figure.” He pauses for a moment,
trying to gauge which way his wife's mood might go. “And that's
all I'm saying,” he concludes.
“Right
then,” Raven says, once more taking charge, “If you two have
finished having a married moment, maybe you could get on with
whatever hoodoo you're planning.”
“Okay,”
Fiona says, “What do I have to do?”
“You
have to think about this woman,” Robert tells her, “And as you
think about her, you have to imagine and believe that she looks like
you.”
