If you want me to leave you’re going to have to take me out the same way you brought me in. I’m not leaving voluntarily.”He let me go and steppe... back. After taking a moment to think he said, “Shannon, it’s just ... I don’t know, lust I guess. It can’t be love. We have nothing in common. Two days ago we didn’t like each other. I thought I had finally reached a point in my life that I had my shit together. Now ... I don’t know. I just can’t do this to you.”“Do what?” I asked.He ran his hands. It was a short trip from the terminal to the villa. When I saw it, I thought I’d reached a dead end. The villa is near the center of an immense stone structure with an iron gate separating it from the street not far from the marina. I wasn’t sure how I’d get in until I walked up, pushed the gate and listened to it creak open. It wasn’t locked. That needed to change.I walked up the stone steps to a massive front door and knocked.Angel opened the door after a few moments and I don’t know which of. One of the signs of rationality is the ability to let go of one thought and adjust to a new reality.I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad that my friends were my first live broadcast guests. I wasn't going to get chewed up and spit out tonight. And we were going to have a really good discussion. We chatted for quite a while and I opened the floor to questions from the audience. We had a few good ones and a couple I was sure would be cut from the feed before it went live. I had to trust my. Khalid swore that if the air in the parlor turned any bluer, it would begin to choke him as surely as the exhaust emitted from those new-fangled horseless carriages would. He resisted the urge to chuckle and held up his free hand to ward off his friend's blows."Very well! We are leaving! See?"He pulled gently on Edgar's halter and began to lead him from the room. He paused only a moment, before turning and walking to the front door. He shook his head and rolled his eyes at the invectives Helen.