I just didn’t want to accept it.Jordan had continued to tell me about being a Magus, even when I challenged everything she said. For her every expla...ation, I had a counter. For every possible form of proof, I had been skeptical. Who wouldn’t be? None of it made sense. Magic wasn’t real. I wasn’t a modern wizard. The world didn’t work that way.Nevertheless, I couldn’t explain the lingering kiss Jana was having with me. She had shown me nothing but hostility and disgust. At no point had she done. Jan had taken it upon herself to remove the slip covers and clean even though the cabin hadn’t sat vacant that long. Keely made a mental note to take over some fresh baked goods to Jan later in the day. Not wanting to shirk her share of the luggage duties, Keely hurriedly joined Alan and Darbie to bring in their suitcases and the extra food. The three of them worked in the kitchen to add their food to the bounty already in the pantry and had the groceries unpacked within fifteen minutes. Alan. Bowls of the stuff were sitting there, while several of the partygoers sorted through the leafy material, pulling out the seeds and stems. The good stuff was then passed over to the smokers. They in turn packed it into one of the several bongs being passed back and forth. I waited until a bong was handed to me and, being a gentleman, passed it to Debbie, who proceeded to take a big hit off it. I followed suit when she handed it back to me, then passed it to the next person in line. Within. Single. Of course, all of this makes me wonder if there isn’t something really wrong with me. If even Casey, the literature snob who refers to Whitman as ‘Walt’ ie ‘Walt’s poems just really speak to the emptiness in my soul’ has found a man to follow her to open mic nights and all you can eat sushi bars, then where’s my guy who thinks that my obsession with trash tv is adorable and thinks it’s hot that a tall, sexy, thin blonde knows enough about science to teach it to junior highers?!? Did I.