"Just you and me this time. I've been so busy with Ellen and Nancy that I haven't had time to spend with you. Go get your sister and let me get ready.... We'll go get them something special. While we're gone, we can get the others to fix a real nice meal for Janice and George. They can cook and we'll get them a couple of gifts."I agreed. Going to the intercom, I called Janny and asked if she could help Uncle Dar get dressed because he wanted to go get a few things for his computer. She told me. Curiosity got the best of me? It peaked my interest? I wanted to go deeper into the rabbit hole? If he simply told me he has sex with girls, or likes to swing, I would have brushed it off, perhaps even believed it and then not cared. I think it's more that he was so damn specific about what he was into. Who the fuck would make up an ass-eating fetish? You're not going to win over the masses with that. So I had to go. I just had to. And I did.And so when I entered 727 Sycamore, with the. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective. We cannot afford to distribute more than one celebration to our supplicants.’ Paul just sat there, but I could see it sinking in. He wasn’t rejecting what I was saying. He was just going to need some time to assimilate it. He tapped his fingers to his lips, thinking deeply. Finally, he asked, ‘What do I need to know, Grandma?’ ‘Why don’t you come over tomorrow evening, and you and Grandpa and I can have some lessons.’ ‘Alright,’ he said. * * * * * * * * * And we did just that. Darian and I.