Our daughters were upstairs doing whatever it was that girls do. I was half asleep. It was around nine-thirty when there was a knock at the door. At f...rst, I didn't notice it until there was a second knock and my wife nudged me."Who the hell could that be, with the weather?" My wife said.We were used to having people stop by now and again, but I didn't think that anyone would have been out in the weather either.I got up and went to the door. I made certain that the chain-lock was secure and. It never did.. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.” -Ray Bradbury, ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes’ *** It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she could hear. Most of the artifacts were made to be vessels for some ancient god or spirit, after all, so the building should be crawling with the sounds of old ghosts. With the institution of libation practice, both the husbands, and their wives, felt the former tensions slowly fade.There was never any sort of shaming that any of us husband felt from either our wives, or from Brother Dexter. He was always very welcoming and understanding!One thing that was not generally known within The Family was that there was an even more 'intimate' component to libation than merely ejaculating ones sperm in front of Brother Dexter in the privacy of his study. I learned of. Try as she might, she found her mind wandering partway through all of her classes. Her notes, normally neat distillations of that day’s lessons, instead seemed to derail halfway down the page where she doodled flowers or repeating geometric patterns.Her Communications homework was no easier to stay focused on. It was unfinished going into her Rush activities, which meant she’d have both her homework and her physics review to worry about afterwards, not just the latter like she hoped.Day two of.