Nothing but deep breadths of exhaustion fills the air. I, still outside the bedroom on the living room couch, just stare at their joined, horizontal p...osition. I am hurt, jealous, and want Jon to leave. From the moment he took her hand, Christine submitted willingly to his desires. Would she have done the same for me?At the same time, my excitement of how Christine swayed, moaned, and reached orgasm under Jon’s thrusting tongue has tempered my angry emotions. The erotic vision won’t leave my. Anything to get away from the truth.Together, we walked over to the food court. I looked up at him, my brother. The brother who had lost everything. I thought that the journey I had been a part of had been hard. But I realized he was having to withstand even more than I did. Being constantly switched from grade to grade, and having to know new people who were not even his age. Especially this year when we got back to France. He had been supposed to graduate the past year. But he hadn't, because. As RobynI'm nobody. Officially I don't even exist. And that's noteven considering the complications of the whole girl thing.I don't want to go back to being fat and unloved. But ifCathy and I can call up that demon again I can make it turnme into a better-looking version of Bob. Sort of like Cathydid." Robyn..." Cathy spoke up. She fumbled a moment, searchingfor just the right way to express herself. "Now thegrimoire's ruined, it's not going to be all that easy tore-create the... situation. And. Then we went to dinner, also long, also glorious in its own, albeit less intimate, way. We each had a couple of glasses of wine, toasting each other repeatedly. On the way out I ordered another bottle for the cottage.And I told her about Spook.Well, most of it. I edited out the part where he was DEFCONTROL; in this version I'd happened across him surfing the 'Net. But the rest of it was as it had gone, beginning with the misidentified hack.As I'd known it would be, it was hard for her to.