Satyan stood beside the Sage. The Sage then began to explain the process of the ritual and how he would be hosting the god of fertility in himself and... so on.“Before we begin the ritual, please drink this holy water,” said the Sage as Satyan handed her a small pot with a green liquid. “What is this guruji,” asked Radhika, looking into the pot. “This is the holy water that will give you the strength to last through the ritual.”Radhika did not question more as she drank the tasteless liquid.. One was drinking a beer and twirling a pool cue. Another was walking about the table looking at the placement of the balls. He carried the pool cue with practiced casualness. Another was sitting on a stool smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. All were wearing blue jeans, boots, and western style shirts. Large belt buckles were the rule rather than the exception. A woman wearing the tightest pair of jeans that John had ever seen sauntered up to the pool table and started a conversation with. I wasn’t sure what to do because I’d never ridden in a limo, but I remembered from TV that they opened the door for you. He did and I climbed in.Bethany was wearing a long, conservatively-cut, pale-blue gown made from some kind of light material. Long sleeves, ankle length and high cut. No skin showing besides her hands and face. Her brunette hair was styled with curls hanging down to frame her face. She had on just a hint of makeup, including blue eye shadow that looked to be the same color as. She was gone, but Aaron Bradshaw, was pretty sure he knew how she would have handled things were she still alive and with them. That she wasn’t was the sad reality, but he felt, Aaron Bradshaw felt, that she was there with him in spirit; yes he did.He would go to his son, their son. He would get him to listen to reason no matter what. That was his mission in life. He just had to make sure that he didn’t die first or his son either. That would not be acceptable, no sir, that would not be.