She sat up, shielding herself carefully.
"It's very simple," she explained. "I am doomed to wear the body of a fox during those hours when the sun is high. At night...." She motioned toward the window with slim fingers.
Drake turned, saw that the sun had drifted behind the distant skyline and darkness had come down on the city. He smiled, only partly understanding.
"At night you become a very lovely woman. I know that much."
Sylvia Fanton blushed.
"Thanks!"
Puffy whistled.
"Leave it to Cinderella Drake," he grinned. "Man, you sure hit the jack-pot this time."
Drake sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Please tell us about yourself," he begged. "There's something I should know? Some way I can help?"