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Prologue
The Napa Valley
“Wassout Manee, u’ll twip,” the knight said
as he guided the princess over the knotty tree root.
“Princesses don’t trip, they are perfectly
graceful.”
“K,” Sir Luke placated from behind the mask
of his tin helmet.
Princess Mandy cleared her throat. “You
won the joust, you may kiss the graceful princess.”
Luke bent forward and clanked his helmet
against her.
“Ouch! No, silly—without your knight’s
helmet.”
She helped him out of the headgear. Luke’s
silky black hair was damp from his knightly
exertions, his cheeks rosy, his eyes bright blue as
the summer sky. Mandy thought he was such a
beautiful boy, even with his face all sticky and
stained from some gastronomic nightmare.
He beamed back at her. “Iss hot undew
dere.”
Princess Mandy loved her knight. She began
to pat down his raven locks. She cleaned his face
with her sleeve. She couldn’t lord her beauty over
him because she wasn’t beautiful. She was little
and skinny and freckled. Mandy was older than he
was, so she could lord that over him by mothering
him.
“You’re a sticky baby,” she chastised. “I’m
going to wipe you clean.”
“K.”
“What’s all over your face, Luke?”
Earnestly, he deliberated. “Fwoot punch
den…stwabewwy possicle.”
He puckered up and closed his lashy eyes.
Mandy surveyed the damage. He was only half-
way clean, but she’d take what she could get. She
puckered up too, readying herself for her first kiss.
Just before Sir Luke’s sugar-stained lips met hers,
his little nose crinkled. He let out a resounding
sneeze right in her face.
Mandy spit with disgust.
“Sowwy,” he apologized. “Stinky
poofoome.”
“I used some of your mom’s. You don’t like
it? I think it makes me smell like a princess.”
“Princesses smell like poo.”
Mandy shoved him. “You smell like poo, Luke
—dumb, mean poo-poo head.”
“Princess Poo Poo,” the teeny knight
chortled.
Mandy tore off her princess hat and turned
her back on him, giving him her best princess pout.
Luke tugged on the over-sized sleeve of her gown
until she turned and gave him a narrow-eyed
glare.
“Wahn me to twoole you, Manee?”
Mandy hesitated only a minute for effect,
then nodded. Luke took hold of her bony wrists and
began to twirl her so fast her feet barely touched
the ground. She felt like she was flying when he
twirled her—it was sheer bliss. She giggled and
squealed until she felt like she was going to pee,
then she begged for mercy.

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