As I wrote, she packed, calling out what she had bagged so I could check it off the list. Once my things were packed for the trip, she kissed me, and ...old me, “Let me get home, and throw some things for me into a bag. I’ll be back in a couple of hours, OK?”I turned from my notes, and beheld the luggage. I rose, and embraced her, giving silent thanks for her presence in my life. Again.As she started up her car, I tossed clean clothes on the bed, preparatory to taking a shower. After the fastest. I gave them my address, said goodbye to the few friends I had and headed West.Once the NCAA approved my transfer papers, I'd be free to start working out with the team. Tom VandeVender sought me out immediately. I still hadn't gotten a phone hooked up, but the Fergusons were kind enough to let me use their phone. I worried that Tom was going to be an ass because I transferred in intent upon taking his job. He couldn't have been more cordial. He even invited me to stay with his family for a few. When we reached her house, I got out of the car and opened her door for her, then walked to the door with her. “I’m sorry again for kind of ruining the time we were having.” I said.“Don’t feel bad at all. You were more caring and thoughtful about it than any other guy that’s been in this position with me. Thank you”“Your welcome, Lex….Goodnight” I said to her as we reached the door, giving her a peck on the cheek.“Night, Dylan” she opened the door and slipped into the house as I headed back. She pulled back the hem of the dressing gown and looked directly at the thing. ‘Perhaps it’s genetic?’ offered Gwen. ‘Hereditary or something…’ ‘No, I don’t think so,’ replied Angela. ‘Mom certainly never warned me that anything like this was ever going to happen.’ ‘Okay,’ said Gwen, actively seeking a plausible answer. ‘We know that we aren’t dreaming – that cigarette was the real thing! Let’s call it magic, then!’ ‘Magic? Don’t be silly!’ ‘Wait a minute, though,’ said Gwen thoughtfully..