It is extremely cold and calculating, for some reason, thought Deborah. - You ready to go? - Bill asked back, his voice had not the slightest emotion. - Yes, - she said, buttoning bluzku.Bill walked over to her, bent down and picked up her purse. His face slipped a smile as he held out a handbag Deborah. - You're a witch, not a woman, Debbie Conway! She looked defiantly at the glittering dark eyes. - For me, the angels are not to your taste. Bill laughed and headed for the car. - You're right. Besides, I have long ago ceased to believe in their existence.