.elsewhere.We move more slowly now, the rabbit in my arms and you by my side - chatting idly about the trees and flowers and fruits along the way, unt...l we land in a small meadow-like clearing; an oasis of sunlight in the middle of the wood. The rabbit has calmed, our conversation has surrendered to warm, sleepy silence, and when we settle into the grass of the clearing, I let it go. After a few tentative steps, it bounces away leaving the slightest hint of a trail of where it has been as it. Shawn and I were thrilled with the idea and thought our mom’s were the coolest for helping us have some fun during the summer.--Looking back, I now realize that the moms (stay-at-home mothers with 3 kids each to look after) had developed a way to give each other a break in their workload. One of us would leave our family for a week, and while the other family would GAIN another rowdy boy for a week, the mom’s knew that we’d do a better job keeping each other entertained than if we were on our. "That sounds weird," Antsy said. "Why would they do it like that?" Well, the way Azazel explained it was to help the person who killed you become a better human being. That's why there are so few Monks; if they were slain by a demon, or if they thought the man who killed them would abuse the power, they wouldn't pass on their Gift."Mary raised her eyebrow. "How can you forgive the person that killed you?"I shrugged; it seemed impossibly hard. "Fuck if I know." Well, I guess you won't be giving. While the ride went on I found I was staring at that bulge all the time and I could swear it was getting ever bigger as I watched.Finally, with a double spin the rider in the black shirt was off and hit the floor with a thud. He got up with a laugh, said something about going for a beer and walked off behind the canvas. I noticed the guy who had been watching him followed him out, perhaps he needed a beer too.Out of curiosity, or perhaps because I wanted a beer, I also followed them, keeping at.