A typical middle age couple out for some relaxation was my first thought of them and for the next several months had no reason to think otherwise.Then... something happened ... doesn't it always ... that changed my mind and made me wonder.One weekend evening, there had been a new and very talented piano player booked for the evening's entertainment and the floor always had at least three couples dancing to some very smooth music.Although I'm not really much into dancing, I've been told that I'm. " "Have an ID?" "John Stuart Malone, 'Sketchy' to his friends, a small time hood with a long rap sheet. Know him?" "Nope, you ever ID that other guy?" "Yeah, I forget his name but he was like this punk, hanging around the edges of society preying on innocent people. No loss." "My cards seem to be making the rounds. I smell fish." "Me too, but I can't make the connection." "How'd the gun get in the corner like that?" "Not sure. The theory's that he put the barrel in his mouth, pulled the trigger. Not exactlysources, more like mutual friends among the Fag-Hag's beloved, occultbookstore party scene. It was about the time I began hearing whispers, about this potent newspell. Not new exactly, but a spell from the ancient pagan priesthoodsof Mesopotamia. Rumored to unleash this unworldly primeval force, lyingdormant for untold centuries. Some spell never chanted nor performedproperly, since inked on this scroll in old Babylon. Until the defectors (and the Fag-Hag) got a hold of it, I guess. Greatma looked at me and her eyes lit up. When I leaned in to hug her, she said, ‘I’m so glad to see you.’ She meant that sentence with her whole heart. She was in so much pain, and she was so miserable because she wasn’t at her real home, but still she joked and smiled. Through her spells of crying at the pain, and in self-pity, she still smiled. The love in the room was so thick you could have actually touched it. Later that day, we went back. When we were leaving, my mom gave her a hug,.