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children
formed from the inside out into little fortified castles, guarded
on all sides, with a moat of selflessness, a bridge of
fearlessness, and strong ramparts of sincerely mutual
devotion.
     
     
     
     
    Now within me were two sets
of Blood Memories – Mary’s and Theo’s. My mind was trying to make
sense of it all. Balancing the thoughts of other people was
difficult. Their personalities were overwhelming.
    I stumbled back to the
mansion like a drunkard.
    My arms were swinging like
dinner bells.
     
     
     
     
    For the rest of the week,
Theo wrote in his journal. Wyn spent more time in his laboratory
beneath the mansion. We all did our own thing.
    I confronted Ms. Crystobal
about the other night, why I’d seen her, why she’d been following
me, and if she knew the Dark Man and the Pale Girl.
    Ms. Crystobal simply said
to me: “I’ll answer your questions if you can answer
mine.”
    I agreed.
    “ You enjoy reading those
two-dimensional images in the paper.”
    She meant comic strips.
Yes, I love Calvin and Hobbes and The Far
Side , and Bloom
County , too.
    “ If those two-dimensional
characters became two-dimensional beings, and if they asked you to
explain how you could be there, yet not with them in their
two-dimensional comic strips, what would be your
response?”
    Honestly, I was still
puzzling over those Doors of Freewill she’d talked about. I had no
idea what to tell her now.
    So Ms. Crystobal walked
away, leaving my question unanswered.
    Yet she also left me with
an urge to reread Abbott’s Flatland . My photographic memory did
so in under a minute. Two-dimensional love is a good match for a
tissue paper heart.
     
     
     
     
    During that week I walked
around Idyllville. No, I didn’t merely walk. I strolled. The inner
peace of Mary’s Blood Memories kept me from moving too fast through
life.
    Often I found myself
stopping outside Joe’s bookstore. I would watch him meet tourists.
He gave outrageous discounts. Paperbacks for $1. Five books for $3.
He didn’t care about money. He only cared about people.
    Mary knew this. I would
dive into her Blood Memories. Deep into her thoughts and hopes and
dreams. What she truly wanted in life was safety for her loved
ones.
    I’d never wanted that for
anyone. The feeling was an otherworldly injection of
selflessness.
     
     
     
     
    Five days came and
went.
    Theo’s Blood Memories faded
away. So did Wyn’s. They brooded and mourned. It was time to feed
again. It was the hour for drinking blood.
    Theo found a gymnast, a
pretty girl visiting from Los Angeles. And my heart hurt to think
of Theo biting her. I didn’t go with him, I couldn’t watch. The
gymnast’s Blood Memories gave Theo new degrees of gracefulness. He
tumbled all over the mansion. He taught me fresh meanings for words
like spindles and moores and flairs.
    Wyn bought him a pommel
horse. “For scientific research.” Theo swung his legs around it for
hours. It was impressive to watch. He was so beautiful.
     
     
     
     
    Wyn left for Ontario
Airport. His private jet was there. He was going to search for the
Blood Memories of a theoretical physicist.
    He was working on a big
project. He told us it was a secret. I had no idea he was
continuing his science experiment on the Red Man. Even by then I
was still under the distinct impression that I’d dreamed up the
violet-colored blood.
    Theo asked Wyn which
theoretical physicist he’d drink from.
    Wyn grinned back
mischievously as he walked out the front door.
    “ Stephen Hawking,” he
said.
     
     
     
     
    I returned to Joe and
Mary.
    I did it once a week for
the next three weeks.
    I drank from each family
member, Joe and their two daughters, Leah and Eve. Leah had perfect
grades. Eve was a natural at sports. Both loved reading. Both loved
their mom and dad. Mary and Joe loved them too. The whole family
loved each other.
    Living in Joe’s Blood
Memories redefined fearlessness. Joe wrestled with fears of failing
to be a good father and