I've resisted for the most part, but every once in a while I need to remind myself that Harold is moving on with his life so I have to as well.It took... me all of three minutes since when we entered the restaurant to spot him. I thought I recognized his car in the parking lot. By the time we were seated, it was too late to run. Five tables away sat Harold, by himself, just receiving his appetizer. Our eyes met, and my stomach turned. I felt small and wanted to shrink away from his gaze,. I did."It is a ceremony. An elaborate ritual. Think of it as analogous to the necessary preparation for playing your American board game of Monopoly. Before the play starts, you must lay out the board, shuffle the little yellow cardboard pasteboards, apportion the tokens and pretend money... Only then can the serious business begin."Well, then, this is a Summoning. We set up the proper context, then charge one particular corner of the room with enough energy to open a channel, a path. Before. No! No! No! He had kept these urges and emotions suppressed for over two years; to let them out now would be folly!"Are you listening to me Mike!" his wife scalded, sensing that his mind was wandering.Mike fought the quickening and smothered the craving. He would be a good boy!(T minus two weeks)Mike had been unable to concentrate at work; fighting the quickening took all of his energy. He was sitting in his study explaining to himself what folly it would be to give in to his urges. Curiosity. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. I went down to the basement and flipped on the TV. I climbed on the Stairmaster. Sasha’s face invaded my thoughts and wouldn’t go away. When I finished my course, I walked slowly back upstairs to our bedroom where Dylan was still asleep. I turned on the shower, took off my clothes and stepped into the steam. As I was shampooing my hair, a wad of suds slipped down to my breast. Remember what happened the last time I did.