Personally, I could empathize. I was trying to figure out a few things myself. Why had I roped myself into all the stuff I'd planned for the coming we...kend?I guess I was trying to do a favor for Adam, in return for all the things he'd done for me the previous week. But was it too much? Could it all possibly work? Why was I doing so many things I'd sworn never again to do? Was I doing it for him or for me?Why couldn't things with Adam be simple, as they were with Pietre? Because Pietre and I had. She stood perhaps a head shorter than he and looked up at him with concern and a warmth born of holding him in her lap when he had been an very small boy. She cupped her hand on his cheek, made a comment about him being all grown up, and turning, she put her arm around him and walked with him toward his parent’s house. As he walked into the house wave after wave of memories flooded in, persistent echoes of a young boy’s footsteps running down the hall and up the stairs crashed into his. Do we have a deal? Oh, and what do you want in return for these?” I asked Jesus, truly curious now as to his intentions.“Oh, I know why you want those people, not that I blame you so much for wanting to ensure justice. Also, why I don’t approve of sex, being an angel, I understand that you want the young lady in question. I grasp the logic behind it, perverted as it is. As for your parents, I prefer to assume that this is for reasons of sentimentality and filial love, nothing else. I’d rather. ”“It won’t be long now.”We rode halfway across Missouri in relative silence before pulling in to the same Colony Inn we’d used last year. We piled into three rooms with Cindy and her mom in one and the other six of us split between two rooms with two queen beds. Our agreement with the videographers, of course, indicated they’d have private rooms. Laura and Leon weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend so it wasn’t like they could share. It would be a lot more casual when we got to the faire, since we’d.