He’s drinking a cup of wine and offers me some, and offers me a homemade bong. I hold the contraption up and examine it, laughing. Daddy laughs too ...nd says, “Yeah, it’s real ghetto.” I like this moment, because it feels like we are friends. I place the beer I brought on the table. Daddy’s dog, a friendly pit bull, puts his head on my leg for attention and petting. (I like the feel of his soft, white chest hair.) Daddy Pete smells clean, like soap, and I imagine his hair is damp, though I can’t. “You said you learned to talk.” Obviously, that’s what we’ve been doing, girl. The thought in my mind, “Can you speak without being material? I mean, without taking on a form like … like this … like you are now?”He steps closer to me. It wasn’t stepping … he glides closer to me. Now only 5 feet separate, I expect to get some scent from him, some natural musk, even something from his clothes, but he wasn’t really real, like a real person, I mean … My mind going in too many directions with. She became aware of Ged calling her name."Cassie, darling, what's the matter? You look frightened to death." Ged," she said earnestly, "Please don't get involved with that bunch of slime balls. I know them, and they are the lowest of the low. Some of the things they do are illegal – drugs, booze and underage girls." It's only two nights," he temporised. "I'm just helping Joshua out. I just play keyboards, that's all." I'm not happy," she asserted strongly. "I wish you'd cancel tonight." Come on. ”Even if I knew the answer, I had to ask the last question.“What happened to that first group?”“They caught the creature - or it was more like the creature caught them. That group is now part of the legend of the Guardians.”Our party was quite silent during our trip to the nearby village. I watched how the group acted once we got there, and I had to admit that they behaved extremely well. Each of the men was respectful, they all accepted the food and the support the people living in the village.