..Those words still echoed in his mind thirteen years later. If he toldsomeone about magic, something bad would happen. The image of hiscrumbling home... played back in his mind. It had been so many years, Zachdidn't even think about the ominous gift his mother had spoken ofanymore. The only thing that stayed his hand was the unknown consequencesof revealing her secret.It had always been hard. Since the day his mom told him of magic, hislife had played out like a twisted version of The Magic. "Of course not! I'll just use a little something to scare the daylights out of them," she finished, and giggled again mischievously before they vanished.It was right after they left that we heard two gunshots from the end of the road outside our defensive shell and wards. It was followed by a voice on a bullhorn."O'Connells, this is the Federal Bureau of Paranormal Investigation. You are all under arrest. Come out with your hands up immediately, or we will use all necessary force to bring you. "You do that Marie and I'll look after the patient."I started to prepare the meal. I decided on a simple dish as I didn'tthink Jo's stomach would be able to handle a large meal. Spag Bog was asimple meal and Jo could eat as little or as much as she could eat. I hadplenty of pasta for the spaghetti and I could use one of the proprietybolognaise sauces with the mince.The door bell rang and I went to open it."Bonsoir Monsieur Adams, Madame Adams. I am Marie. Nurse Bennett isexpecting you," I said. . Oh! You’re her best friend, I guess ... and her lover ... and her confidant ... and the place of safety when nothing else seems to go right for her.”“Now, you’re getting to it. I love her more than anybody else that I know, and she knows that. She respects that, as well. We each have boundaries that revolve around each other but they’re OUR boundaries, not from outside us but from inside. Despite the open marriage we have, we won’t disrespect the other person.”“But doesn’t Owen love her,.