The small demons were armed with their usual shortswords which forced them to get in close before they could do any damage. The shaman was pouring fir...balls at us as fast as he could sling them, and I was spending as much time blocking the fireballs as I was in trying to kill demons.It seemed like every demon in creation was coming after me, and, between the demons and the fireballs, I didn’t have time to deal with the shaman. Fortunately, Almo immediately recognized my problem and took off. I figured she was upset about my hurting her sister.Instead she said to me, "Michael, you cannot keep doing that. You don't know how hard it is. How hard you're making it for me. Please. You know that I promised myself I'd wait." Then she just looked at me."I was showing your sister how much I love you," I offered meekly."Look. I know how much you love me. I don't care if anyone else knows or not. Until the ceremony, please promise me you won't do that again," she asked, with real tears in her. During seconds that felt like minutes Toby was able to piece together well, she’s apparently no longer a nun.(See Cissy. Sister Mary Cecile was also written about in Penguin’s Preference).With confident ease the priest responded, “Hello, Irina. You look elegant as usual.”It was all too confusing: coming into this marvelous, posh environment, Irina being greeted like royalty, having the best meal he had ever had in his life. Then this girl out of his past materialized in front of him as if by. Coincidence? Sure. And all of us girls are cheer something? Yeah I know. It's kind of freaky.I talk to a few other people on the side. Then Kyle calls me."Hey." Hi." What's up?" Nothing really. My parents were like, 'it's so nice that you are getting out and having fun with your new little friends!' They're so weird."Kyle laughed. "Yeah..."We were quiet for a couple of minutes, except for the sound of both of us typing away."So, this was a good start I guess, don't you think?" Kyle finally.