”“I’m a late bloomer, growing and learning, every time I come alive. Unluckily, I never had much time.”“Is that the reason you destroyed the...bond, to gain the time you need to learn?”“Don’t make me laugh. Creation, Chaos and Destruction, do you think we need a crude, magical bond to become what we already are, a trinity?”“Then why did you do it? I miss feeling my brother.”“To do, what I never could do with the bond in place. To do, what they never had to fear, to take revenge when my brother. She further whispered, "You want to find outif they have a glory hole?"I almost fell down I was so taken off guard. "No!" Tsk, tsk. Maybe next time, huh? I won't tell Butch, I promise."I turned to her and said, haughtily, "Butch is not that kind of bear."We both laughed and laughed, but I still wouldn't go along with the gloryhole, or the Chiseled Chad. It was fun, though.We got home and Aunt Emma sat, with Butch, on the sofa as I modeled everypair of shoes we had bought. Just like I did,. It was thirty seconds to 7:00 when Isaac pulled into the parking lot of the diner. There, standing at the entrance, was Holly. Her clothes were very simple, a pair of jeans with a white blouse and black tank top underneath, but the smile on her face was sparkling. Before arriving, Isaac had thoroughly showered and shaved and cleaned the cab of his pickup to the point where it looked like it had just rolled off the assembly line. Stepping out of the truck, he walked towards her with the same. It fell over as he watched, a hand, the skin looked almost light blue in color, spilling out, pulling off the blanket that uncovered the face. Her face. Kaylee's face. So perfect with her dark eyes open and staring, her mouth painted the exact red that matched the soft ribbon his uncle had wrapped in her hair. She'd seemed the sublime present, exquisite in death, never leaving, never screaming or hitting or hating, as his mother was.He closed his eyes, feeling the pull of that memory, unaware.