." When we win," Mark interrupted."When we win, we'll be at home for the quarter finals, too." Then the Tacoma Dome!" Mark yelled and that brought on ...another team cheer.Coach Vickers was grinning as big as any of us. "Last, next week, Tony won't be with us on Monday and Thursday."I won't?"Some guys think they're special," Luke muttered.I started to say something, but a sharp look from the coach silenced me. "Some guys are special," he said, getting right in Luke's face. "If he wasn't, you. She got me - it's Asenath - and she has been dead three months and a half. I lied when I said she had gone away. I killed her. I had to. It was sudden, but we were alone and I was in my right body. I saw a candlestick and smashed her head in. She would have got me for good at Hallowmass. "I buried her in the farther cellar storeroom under some old boxes and cleaned up all the traces "I thought for a while I was all right, and then I felt the tugging at my brain. I knew what it was - I ought to. She was divorced from a hot headed guy who was then and is now a loser, and whom she never saw anymore. The life Donna had led with this guy since her teens was not abusive, but very sexually driven. They’d had threesomes, visited swingers clubs and parties, a relationship fueled with alcohol, recreational d**gs and lots of sex. Donna wanted a more reliable and stable relationship which Eddie provided, so things moved quickly. They agreed neither one of them wanted k**s, now or in the future. If you saw Wendy back then, you’d understand why. Five-foot-nine, with dark bronze skin, long Black hair and light green eyes, Wendy wasn’t my usual type. You see, her father James Parker was White and her mother Leanna Durand is half Black and half White. Somehow, Wendy came out looking like a Latina, even though she’s got some African blood within her. Genetics are a weird thing, eh? When I first met Wendy Parker, I thought she was Mexican or Brazilian or something but the tall, bronzed cutie.