She typically spent those days alone. "It would be nice to be with someone then," she said. I told her that I would enjoy being with her.On the 23rd... Tina reminded me about coming over to her place the next afternoon. The salon was closing early and she said that the cleaning could wait until after Christmas. She even suggested that maybe we could go to candle lighting church service together. "Don't worry about what you will wear. I have selected an outfit for you that will be your. ” When she was gone, Rebecca looked up into Mrs. Weed’s eyes and tears began to roll again.“Alice, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”“Gently, child. Never mind. You work a powerful magic, but should really not work alone.”“What happened to my wand and my Athamé? They didn’t burn up, did they?” Rebecca was near panic to think of her new tools being destroyed.“The Athamé is in your handbag, Becca. So watch where you open it. The wand is beside you.”Rebecca reached for her staff with her. A fresh gulp of air.“I noticed your tattoos.” She said. “Thank you,” I replied with a smile. “Big Zeppelin fan?” she asked.I had two Led Zeppelin symbols on each of my arms. My eternal dedication to Jimmy Page and Robert Plant, the lead guitarist and vocalist of the legendary band. Music was partly a reason for the tattoos. More importantly, these men have intrigued me and I had decided to dedicate a part of my heart and soul (and skin too) to decipher them. Their lifestyles, the fanaticism to. "You can come to my place. I haven't drunk very much," Ally said.Michelle looked at the one drink Ally had, the one she had given her."Sounds good," Michelle smiled.Ally drove Michelle to her place, a studio apartment. Nothing seemed outof the ordinary as Michelle entered the apartment. It was perfectly neatas if Ally was expecting a visitor. Ally took out a bottle of wine andpoured two glasses."Thank you," Michelle said appreciatively."You might want to say here for the night," Ally.