Of course, we were on a motorcycle, and it’s impossible to hold a conversation when all you can hear is the wind whistling in your ears. But Guy was still pouting. He didn’t want to talk. This was a side of him I hadn’t seen before. I didn’t like it. When he dropped me off at the corner, he pecked me dutifully on the lips and sped into the night. I was disappointed to see him go because I wanted to explain myself. I knew he was acting snippy because he was worried about me. I was worried about me as well, and I wanted a chance to try and make him understand why I had to go through with it. Evening had come, accompanied by a very welcome cool breeze. As I took the short, half-block walk to my front door, I stopped thinking about Guy and considered what I had promised to do to save my friend. The leaders in the occult community wanted me to crash Erin’s Satanic wedding. They knew I’d do it because of our history together. I found my mind wandering to the good times Erin and I had shared.
