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Orientation?”
“Chicago.”
“Did they mention ‘heart’s desire’?”
“Something like that.”
“So that’s your heart’s desire. If you had free time and money wasn’t an issue, you’d fool around with flowers?”
He grinned and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Well then, Roger. I hope you get the other spot.”
“If I don’t, I’m gonna be glad they wiped my memory ‘cause I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my life thinking that I might have been coaxing new orchids in a greenhouse instead of babysitting criminals on roofs.”
“I heard something about the memory wipe thing, but I didn’t think they meant that literally. I mean that can’t really be done, can it?”
He squinted his eyes and gave me a little smile like he questioned my sanity.
“You do know we’re talking about witches, right?”
“I know there are a lot of people who call themselves witches, but what it means is they like burning candles and herbs, dancing naked in some cases, I guess. Are you saying you think there are women here who really are touched by the supernatural?”
He laughed. “Man. I don’t know how you’re sitting on that stool next to me. How did you manage to get this far without knowing anything about what you’re doing here?” He shook his head. “Yes. I mean there are women here who really are touched by the supernatural.”
I had to admit that I felt a thrill start in my nipples and run all the way through my body, producing goosebumps, a cock twitch, and a half hard. What if it was true? I’d spent my whole life secretly hoping that I’d be lucky enough to have an actual encounter with the other side of reality, while not really believing that such a thing might be possible.
That’s when I realized that I’d been on the wrong path. For the first time I recognized and confronted the fact that I didn’t really want to be an actor. I hadn’t wanted to be a college student taking a foreign language I would never use or studying geology, which I would never use. But I hadn’t really wanted to be an actor either. It was just Plan B more or less suggested by other people. My heart wasn’t in it at all.
Acting as my heart’s desire? Don’t make me laugh. Actually there’s not much laughable about wasting ten years pursuing something I didn’t even want.
That revelation made me feel like the dumbest guy sitting on a counter stool anywhere. Why hadn’t I clued in before? And what if I couldn’t get jobs acting because I wasn’t supposed to be acting?
That follow-up insight almost blew me right off the stool.
“If that’s true, it would be beyond incredible.”
“You scared?”
It hadn’t occurred to me to be scared before and maybe that just meant I was revealing an infinite capacity for stupidity.
“Should I be?” He shrugged. “Do you believe there’s a ghost at the hotel, too?”
Roger laughed again. He had a nice laugh. I wondered if that’s what they were looking for. All of a sudden I found myself seriously caring about what they were looking for.
I wasn’t interested in contemplating a lifetime contract of marriage, but I could do a year with anybody if it meant doing actual hands-on research. Maybe I should say on-site research.
He lifted a well-toned shoulder. “Who knows? I can’t say I’ve seen anything like that, but ley lines intersect at the crossroads.”
I jerked my gaze back to his. “Ley lines? You know about ley lines?”
“I know enough.”
Deciding to let that go, I said, “So we’re going to meet the witches at the barbeque tonight?”
He shook his head while still taking a pull on his IBC. When he’d swallowed he said, “I think it’s just contestants and former winners. Our chance to talk to them about life in Wimberley or whatever. They’ll be at the big event tomorrow night though. The Witches’ Ball.”
The first time I’d heard that phrase it hadn’t made an impression on me, but this time it registered that balls usually mean
“Chicago.”
“Did they mention ‘heart’s desire’?”
“Something like that.”
“So that’s your heart’s desire. If you had free time and money wasn’t an issue, you’d fool around with flowers?”
He grinned and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Well then, Roger. I hope you get the other spot.”
“If I don’t, I’m gonna be glad they wiped my memory ‘cause I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my life thinking that I might have been coaxing new orchids in a greenhouse instead of babysitting criminals on roofs.”
“I heard something about the memory wipe thing, but I didn’t think they meant that literally. I mean that can’t really be done, can it?”
He squinted his eyes and gave me a little smile like he questioned my sanity.
“You do know we’re talking about witches, right?”
“I know there are a lot of people who call themselves witches, but what it means is they like burning candles and herbs, dancing naked in some cases, I guess. Are you saying you think there are women here who really are touched by the supernatural?”
He laughed. “Man. I don’t know how you’re sitting on that stool next to me. How did you manage to get this far without knowing anything about what you’re doing here?” He shook his head. “Yes. I mean there are women here who really are touched by the supernatural.”
I had to admit that I felt a thrill start in my nipples and run all the way through my body, producing goosebumps, a cock twitch, and a half hard. What if it was true? I’d spent my whole life secretly hoping that I’d be lucky enough to have an actual encounter with the other side of reality, while not really believing that such a thing might be possible.
That’s when I realized that I’d been on the wrong path. For the first time I recognized and confronted the fact that I didn’t really want to be an actor. I hadn’t wanted to be a college student taking a foreign language I would never use or studying geology, which I would never use. But I hadn’t really wanted to be an actor either. It was just Plan B more or less suggested by other people. My heart wasn’t in it at all.
Acting as my heart’s desire? Don’t make me laugh. Actually there’s not much laughable about wasting ten years pursuing something I didn’t even want.
That revelation made me feel like the dumbest guy sitting on a counter stool anywhere. Why hadn’t I clued in before? And what if I couldn’t get jobs acting because I wasn’t supposed to be acting?
That follow-up insight almost blew me right off the stool.
“If that’s true, it would be beyond incredible.”
“You scared?”
It hadn’t occurred to me to be scared before and maybe that just meant I was revealing an infinite capacity for stupidity.
“Should I be?” He shrugged. “Do you believe there’s a ghost at the hotel, too?”
Roger laughed again. He had a nice laugh. I wondered if that’s what they were looking for. All of a sudden I found myself seriously caring about what they were looking for.
I wasn’t interested in contemplating a lifetime contract of marriage, but I could do a year with anybody if it meant doing actual hands-on research. Maybe I should say on-site research.
He lifted a well-toned shoulder. “Who knows? I can’t say I’ve seen anything like that, but ley lines intersect at the crossroads.”
I jerked my gaze back to his. “Ley lines? You know about ley lines?”
“I know enough.”
Deciding to let that go, I said, “So we’re going to meet the witches at the barbeque tonight?”
He shook his head while still taking a pull on his IBC. When he’d swallowed he said, “I think it’s just contestants and former winners. Our chance to talk to them about life in Wimberley or whatever. They’ll be at the big event tomorrow night though. The Witches’ Ball.”
The first time I’d heard that phrase it hadn’t made an impression on me, but this time it registered that balls usually mean
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