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duality of religion with a recent convert to Kayla’s coven who was
both attractive and seeming misdirected in life. His name was Ben
and he had dropped out of Harvard then backpacked across the
country in search of finding something greater than himself. Having
run out of country in Washington State two months ago he “settled
down” and took a job at The Spot Coffee where he met Kayla and
became a devoted Wiccan. The way he kept sneaking looks over to her
a she mingled around the room also gave me the impression that he
became a devote Kaylanite as well. Her no nonsense attitude and
bursting self confidence often made many men develop crushes and I
could see several of the party goers eyeing her up as she was
slipping around each group of the crowd. Filling drinks and making
sure everyone was sufficiently entertained, she was completely
oblivious to the attention. Her high laugh jumped over the music
and I again felt envious of her carefree, happy spirit that
attracted so many friends and faithful musicians.
    Her forthright demeanor and excitement over
every new adventure really was something that most people admired.
Myself included. Although I had always considered myself confident
and honest, my lack of comfortableness around people always showed
and came across awkward. Kayla was the exact opposite. She was warm
and loud and friendly. The kind of girl that would just walk up to
you and give you hug when she’s know you would need it. Usually I
found people like that were putting on airs; that the gentle warm
spirit was just an act, but for Kayla it was just who she was. Much
like the other day at the bar when I had the sense that Eric had
found his perfect woman, it came over me with the same focus that
Kayla was real. Her heart was always true and solid and her
optimism was hard-core to the bone. As the sensations came through
my mind I tilted my head gently out of my reverie and tried to pay
attention to Ben as he continued his story.
    Despite my resolute to pay attention as ‘Went
to Harvard’ Ben, droned on and on about his travels, I kept
glancing toward the drink in my hand and my thoughts couldn’t help
but wander to the last two days and what Nathanial had told me. My
ability to not just read people was always something I had taken
for granted. Like Nathaniel in my dreams it was just a part of who
I was. I always considered it intuition, but what if it was
something more, what if I could see things about people that no one
else could see. Kayla’s clarity of spirit came through to me
easily, but I had also known her for months now. Suddenly all of my
fears about the new and improved Amy dissipated and excitement took
over. This could actually be fun. Eric and Kayla had been a fluke.
Something that just came to me, but what if I tried to see
more?
    I kept nodded and smiling at Ben, encouraging
him to continue telling me of his personal quest for self-identity,
I started my own quest. I concentrated on his mouth, the way he was
talking and the movement of his eyes. He kept stealing glances at
Kayla as I had noticed as well, but I also see him glance the other
direction as well. The front door. Was he waiting for someone? He
had just reached the Midwest portion of his tale and I suddenly
felt nauseous. A grey cloud came over my visions for a moment and
for a brief second I could see Ben, sitting in the cab of a
trailer. Starring down at his hands, covered in thick red liquid. I
blinked and the image was gone, but the queasy feeling inside my
throat remained.
    Without thought behind it “What happened in
Bowling Green?” I blurted out.
    Ben’s face went ashen and I could feel the
sickly sensation vomit rising in my throat. He dropped his glass on
the end table next to him angrily. “What are you talking about?” I
tried to pull back as I looked him in his eyes and he moved closer.
He knew exactly what I was talking about.
    Kayla had seen the exchange and came over to
us. I fell to my knees trying to