"People generally die," Master Tilmitt said flatly. "Not all at once, certainly... But, those who have touched the Flow, generally find themselves una...le to do without it. The Flow is life. Water is life."Gabriele frowned. "I don't understand. How could it be so important?"Master Tilmitt smiled. "You'll see."He spread his hand before them, palm up, and suddenly a small flame burned atop it. Gabriele froze, her skin tingling. That was... Fire. In his hand."Now tell me, young master, young. " Jamie, this is too much..." Nah, it's only a card." I told her, but was thrilled with the look in her eyes as she held it."Yeah but, a few dollars is a lot for you Jamie! I mean...." She sighed. "You didn't have to do this." I don't have to do anything, remember?" I asked.Paula looked at the red envelope and then again at the rose. Putting the card down, she reached out, put her arm around my shoulder and tugged me towards her. Caught off guard, I felt like an idiot as I all but fell against. ” Amanda’s face gave nothing away. “You look lovely, Christina. You really carry off that dress.”“Thank you.” Christina’s voice was meek, but full of gratitude. “I’m glad you like it.”“Of course,” Gavin said, “it might be making her feel a touch under-dressed, mightn’t it, Amanda? I think it’s time for me to take your coat. Make your young friend here feel more comfortable.” He reached out a hand.The teacher’s look to Gavin was primly poisonous and Josh knew that some big reveal was about to. It was challenging getting used to the southern culture, but we soon fit in, living in a nice suburb of Bristol, where we soon made good friends.Liv was fortunate that our next-door neighbors had a daughter the same age, named Josie. Our daughters became almost inseparable, going to school together and spending their other time at each other’s homes to play and for sleepovers. It was cute seeing them playing together, with Liv’s non-accent, and Josie with her strong southern accent.Both girls.