Still, for a minute I thought I was looking at the Ice Queen and the Ice Queen II.I sat with Melody to watch the match. Harold had kindly agreed to wa...ch the store while Allison played. He’d be catching a plane back to Boston before Lissa’s final match this afternoon, but we’d agreed to simply close up shop before that match and reopen afterward if we thought it was necessary. Allison played at ten and Lissa at three.“Look at the charts, Melody. Did you realize this?”“Realize what?”“Allison is. Christina and I went on to the back porch to gather some firewood my father had cut down the day before. The heater was not working; we could already begin to feel the house become cold. We shook the snow off, placed them in the fireplace, and lit them with a lighter and some old newspapers. We watched a movie and a half on my mother’s laptop until that died. Upon the laptop dying, Christina suggested that we go to bed, and I agreed. I walked up to my room, opened the door, and said, “Hell. But it was real. He knew it. He could not bring himself to think otherwise. It was not so much belief as instinct.Richie kicked off the covers and stood up. Jason would know about this. He always does. Or even Cassie. She's supposed to know about dreams. Maybe he was getting as wacky as her. He would just ask them...Except he couldn't. Not anymore."Shit!" Richie exclaimed, stamping his foot.He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. The images would not leave him. They replayed in his head.. .. I don't know what to say." 'Yes' would be a good word," he grinned."No," she said flatly. "Not like that, anyway. I don't expect you to just back me with no hope of reward. We set the knife shop up as a separate corporation, and we all own an equal part of it. The corporation is buying Jason's tooling and stock and such, it's a pretty big note, but he's carrying it. Vicky worked it out, with some help from a lawyer. If you want to share the risk, you can share the reward, if there is any.".