“Let’s dance," she said, taking my hand. Dancing is not on my list of things I like to do, but Sarah needed to talk to me privately, and the dance...floor wasn’t very crowded. I finished my scotch and was led out to the dance floor. “I found her,” Sarah indicated. “Her name is Patricia, but she prefers to be called Trish.” Sarah and Trish had found some private space in the ballroom where they could talk, and apparently had let each other know that there was some interest in their getting. As I went through the crowd, I wondered about myself. This was certainly an unusual test to determine what that other spirit was inside me … if the old man was to believed. But, I opened myself up to accepting the role of Celina for these people before. Why not whatever this other role was. How bad could it be?It was a slow day for me. I had to giggle frequently. Not only was I recovering from my wounds and needing to not aggravate them, but … I could frequently feel the snake inside me moving. " Hey you two," said Dawson, "here's a couple towels, the shower is there. Let's clean up and take a break."Joseph and I showered and so did the twins. We all went out and smoked on the patio, and made small talk. When we got back in the room, Dawson rolled another fat blunt and we passed it around. As the joint made its last round, Dawson asked if we were ready for round two. Dustin wanted to know if we wanted to stay with them or head back to the party. Joseph and I agreed their room was much. My sixteen-year-old brother Bob usually did it. Dad’s words made me feel all grown up and I remember asking him if it was as easy as milking a goat, because I usually did that helping Mum, before she left and have carried on with the eight she had and made a cheese from. Their milk goes to a neighbour now for cheese. Dad told me that it was and that I’d get the hang of it quick enough, but if I had any trouble he’d be found on the BankTop hill tending to the Friesian herd. That herd was huge.