Bye!”“Goodbye, Dulcie.”“Hello, Sasha. Is Malcolm there?”“Just a minute, and I’ll fetch him.” Pause. Then, “Dulcie?”“Malcolm! Can...you put me on speaker, so Sasha’s in as well?”“Sure thing ... there. We’re both listening.”“Think back to when you two met...”“What? Dulcie?” An ill-synchronised, but understandable duet.“I’ve been asked to exorcise that ruined chapel, so they can renovate it and use it for its original purpose. Apparently, the workmen can sense the atmosphere in the place, and won’t. The créme de la créme of the figure skating world promised to be there-and John was a dear friend. After that, the school year would start, senior year for Warren and Sophia, interspersed with trips to Europe for the Grand Prix. Plus they had to do their college applications.So, finishing this free dance now would be nice. They wanted it done-or almost done-today. Plus, some of their family members were going to stop by for a grand preview.Family members-Sophia had more of them. I just needed to be within the comfort of the woods. In my imagination, the trees had become my friends.I even had names for my favourite ones. Things reached a crisis point when I chose Mr Patterson, a quite young Silver Birch tree, and spent several minutes talking to him. Things however soon spiralled out of control. In my stressed-out mind, I believed that not only did he understand what I was saying but that he was talking back to me. I stroked his smooth bark it felt good very hard and. I'm beat though. I would like to sleep, but I also need to arrange a talk with a school soon."Uncle Frank showed me into the living room, "I already made some inquiries. There are several schools for you to choose from. There is one just a block away which I would personally recommend or you can go to the more expensive partial private school. But I have to tell you that they expect the students there to wear uniforms."I had a look around. The living room was quite spacious, but a bit.