"I actually managed to write a complete short story. I posted it; proofed it myself. I was so excited about it, I couldn't wait to send it to be edite...." I'll have to read it," enthused Katie, "I usually enjoy your stories!" Yeah," said Hecate with a wavering grin. Katie looked at her. All of a sudden she didn't seem to be very enthusiastic, thought Katie. Oh well, she thought, mentally shrugging her shoulders, let's have fun!Fun, on Katie's terms, meant a tired and rather bedraggled Hecate. Sometimes it takes us longer to accept what we know in our hearts is true.”Father Bjornsson looked around at the men, noticing the older men nodding even as the bafflement of the younger men deepened. “I think we will start by having a few of the older members explain how they came to be here. Any volunteers?”The eldest among them nodded and stood. “My name is Harry and I am the grandfather of blondes,” he said in a quavering voice, weak with his advanced age.“Hello, Harry.”Harry was a pale. They said “Good morning” or “Good evening” to her. She heard them talking among themselves about their lives but they never asked about hers. They would discuss where they would go to eat lunch but never invited her to join them. Her days were all the same and she walked home over the same streets across the same cracked and broken sidewalks. She passed the same rundown buildings to get to her apartment. She never called it her home, just her apartment. He saw when she walked by returning from. I landed a judo chop to his kidney and he went back down limply. I looked back at her. She looked at me. “Put the trash out, Eric.”I nodded and grabbed one of Bill’s ankles. I pulled him out of the room and deposited his unconscious body outside against a wall. I went back in and grabbed Mike’s arm and pulled him out beside his buddy. By then, Agnes was almost out the door with Melody. I followed them to the elevator where we were met by the R.A. coming up. Someone had alerted her when Mike and.