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Carole answered the door on Saturday night and immediately recognized Michael. But he couldn’t possibly recognize her new form. She can’t stand being in the same room. Flashes of their past encounter trigger an unusual effect. She feels her conscious battling to separate from her body. The scent of a familiar cologne lingers in her nostrils. She doesn’t want to smell him or remember, not now, not here. Afraid her true form will show itself, she excuses herself and leaves Michael waiting for Zoey.
Carole rushes to the bathroom and in the mirror sees the irregular contour shifting into place. As soon as anger subsides, her face assumes a normal shape. But she can’t go back out there. It could happen again. She rushes to the closet and pulls out the bejeweled box. Inside lays a tiny, blue crystal jar and colorful beads. She takes a small sip of the blue potion. Again, she’s one with Anna. From a velvet sheath, she withdraws a glistening dagger, bedeviled with a mystic’s spell. She has to wait for the right moment to use it, although she wishes she could tonight. She has to wait for the storm to come. It has to happen in the same place and at the same time, an orchestration that will happen because Anna saw it a year ago before we became one. I have to wait.
“Carole, we’re going?” Zoey said loudly from the other room.
Quickly, Carole closes the box and clears her throat. “Have fun, I’ll see you later.”
“Nice meeting you, Carole,” Michael said.
But Carole can’t bring herself to say the same. So she says nothing and the front door closes.