In the bathroom of the corner house, there was a Native American woman with copper skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes, wearing a yellow Indian dress, her mother's blue necklace, and blue suede boots. Her name was Pocahontas. And she was busy fixing her hair in front of the mirror for a ball. "John dear, do hurry," Pocahontas called out. "We mustn't be late for the party, you know." "Pocahontas, unless I find my cuff links, we don't go to the party," John Smith called back. "And if we don't go to the party, I can never show my face in London again. And if I can never--" "Oh no, stepfather."