When they reached me, one of them, a tall man
 
 wearing a white and black wolf mask paused at my
 
 side.
 
 "Are you all alone?" he asked.
 
 I nodded. "I just arrived."
 
 A light sprang into his light blue eyes, the only
 
 part of his face not hidden by the mask. He was tall
 
 with wide shoulders. He had dark brown hair and a
 
 young voice causing me to think he was no more than
 
 twenty-five.
 
 "So did I. But this is no night to be all alone,"
 
 he said. "You're very pretty, but it's Mardi Gras. Don't
 
 you have a mask to go with that umbrella?" "No," I said. "Someone gave me this as soon as
 
 I got off the bus. I didn't come for the Mardi Gras. I
 
 came--"
 
 "Of course you did," he interrupted. "Here," he
 
 said, digging into his bag and coming up with another
 
 mask, a black one with plastic diamonds around its
 
 edges. "Put on this one and come along with us." "Thank you, but I've got to find this address," I
 
 said. He looked at my slip.
 
 "Oh, I know where this is. We won't be far
 
 from it. Come along. Might as well enjoy yourself on
 
 the way," he added. "Here, put on the mask. Everyone
 
 must wear a mask tonight. Go on," he insisted, resting
 
 his sharp gaze on me. I saw a smile form around his
 
 eyes and I took the mask.
 
 "Now you look like you belong," he said. "Do you really know this address?" I asked. "Of course, I do. Come on," he said, taking my
 
 hand. Perhaps Annie Gray's voodoo magic was
 
 working, I thought. I found a stranger who could take
 
 me right to my father's door. I took the stranger's hand