Adele inadvertantly upsets Neil, but after he talks to Claude and Heath, he feels better and calms down. He tells Claude he has a migraine, and the other man heals it for him and realigns his aura.
“How you feeling?” Heath walked up.
“You look better. And your aura isn’t as funky-do as it was.”
“That’s a technical term? Funky-do?”
“It is at my house.”
They sat down and discussed various aspects of the ritual. Soon, the women came out with some of the supplies for the ritual, as well as a platter of sandwiches and stone tankards and a pitcher full of some golden, frothy liquid.
“We found Cliff’s mead stash,” Dora said. “He used to make it for Christmas gifts. We forgot this past Christmas….” She blinked hard, gulping. “But it seemed a proper way to say—goodbye.”
They each got a sandwich and a stone cup. Cynthia…
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