Then I noticed the horn. A single long silver horn spiraling out a good18 inches from its forehead. The horn shone like metal - highly polishedsilver ...r chrome. It was a unicorn, I realized, even though my brain wastelling me such beasts are mythical, and couldn't really exist. But itwould make sense, the way it had appeared suddenly in front of me. A shotfrom the errant poacher's rifle, and an injured animal was no longer ableto maintain the magic that had made it invisible.I put my hand on. His friends were the beams which would make sure he couldwithstand anything Lori would try to knock him down. Lastly, he wasworking through not blaming himself for how he was treated. The kidsback at home were manipulated into making him an outcast. The fact ofthe manufactured exile was not from Luke deserving it was now known byhim.After talking about the visit from Luke's family the discussion stayedon him. Aunt Bridget and Uncle Maurice wanted to hear more about Mary.They have met the girl. They will look at me, but hopefully no one will actually question or approach me.I was getting close now. Several people had passed by me at waters edge, some noticed, some didn't. I was now within a hundred yards of a spattering of blankets. One hundred and fifty of the volleyball court. I looked behind me and one older man in a Gilligan hat whom I had passed already was now following behind me. "Horny old bastard." I thought with a smile. He was following far enough behind me to be harmless.I. Or, why is it lying down like that? Funny, how a guy can be intimidated by three young girls. Trying to act nonchalant, I walked over and sat down in the circle with the girls.Amber looked up and smiled, "Mike, this is cool."Jessie looked up as well. "Yeah."So, what do you guys do?" I asked, still embarrassed but trying to act cool so as to not blow my cover."Mostly we talk," Amber said."About what?" I asked.The girls exchanged looks. "Um, guys," Amber said."Any particular thing about guys?" I.