” Just for a moment, they gazed at each other, happy just to let the silence rule.“But Jill, I have to know, what do you mean when you say you lov... me. Love me how? Love me in what way? The love for a friend? A romantic love? In love?The same type of love you have for Dave?”I guess Jill wasn’t used to seeing Chris so vulnerable and needy. At least not since she’d helped him get over his break up from his wife Kate. Realizing Chris’s vulnerability, Jill ruffled his hair, almost like a mother. I'd never known such horror, and as I watched, it began to grow.Over his bed, a dark spot manifested in the air. It increased quickly in size until it appeared to be a black hole, filled with roiling dark mist at least three feet in diameter. Suddenly the mist took the form of a man. He had no features, no clear outline, but he radiated evil in a way that I'd never conceived.The dying man on the bed began to scream, "NO!!" and cursing with words that made my ears burn. Then there were hands. She realized she was beginning to analyze again. She'd found herself doing that more and more lately. Part of it was because her teachers were always asking her 'why'. That was another difference between here and Tiburon. Back there, you were told 'why'. Here you could ask, but you felt more satisfaction in working it out yourself.The movie finally ended. She turned off the TV, not at all curious what would follow. Instead she went back to her room. This time sleep claimed her.On Saturday Jenny. Why don't you call up one of your friends and go to the movies or something?" he said trying to distract her from his guilt."Maybe I will," she said none too convincingly. "See you later, dear." * * * *For some reason after his last private lesson before his meeting with Nina Marsdale, Eddie took a long soothing shower and shaved. He patted on some after shave he kept in his locker and carefully dried his hair.Now, he was glad that he had as he sat side by side with Nina Marsdale in a booth.