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everyone wrestled with how to handle my blatant topic change.  Sarah looked at me with narrowed eyes but said nothing, instead continuing to chew.
     
    “I’m going with either Elle Resner or Jess Trainor,” Jonah said into the silence. 
     
    Rory, who had been left with his mouth hanging open, looked from me to the tall boy beside him.  “What the hell does that mean?  You’re either going with one or the other. Which is it?”
     
    “It means he hasn’t asked either yet but is still working up to it,” Candace said, peeling the top off a container of applesauce.
     
    “Technically, you’re correct, but I’m confident that one or the other will say yes,” Jonah answered, trying to look smug.  Of all of us, he had the most options for friends.  He could have chosen to sit with his soccer buddies at any time, but instead stayed with our little group for lunch.  He regularly got invited to parties and events that I never would.  Candace also had options for lunch, through her many club connections, but she was socially awkward and didn’t really fit in anywhere.  Rory, because of his annoying tendency to rub his intelligence in everyone’s faces and because of his steadfast loyalty to me, was the second least-popular person of our group.  I’ll give you one guess as to who holds the number one spot.
     
    “How about you?  You going?” Candace asked me.
     
    “I never go to dances,” I replied.
     
    “Plus, that’s Mabon,” Rory said absently.  Because he was staring intently into his bag of Doritos, he failed to notice my wicked glare in his direction.
     
    “What’s Mabon?” Sarah asked suddenly.  Rory looked startled, like he’d forgotten her presence, then he glanced at me, perhaps realizing that his big, fat mouth had yet again run away from him.
     
    ‘He means it’s the Fall Equinox that weekend, and I usually spend it stargazing with my aunt.  Usually some leftover Perseid meteors still visible,” I said, lamely trying to cover his lapse.  The other two would never bring up Mabon, but Rory’s know-it-all reflex tended to kick in at ill-opportune times.
     
    “Says here that Mabon is a pagan holiday, also known sometimes as the Harvest Home festival,” Sarah said, looking up from her smart phone.
     
    “Hey, is that a Samsung Galaxy?” Rory asked, leaning forward to get a better look at her phone.
     
    “I saw a lot of stuff in the gift shop of your restaurant.  You know, like crystals and Tarot cards and stuff.  You and your aunt into all that New Age stuff?” she asked me, ignoring Rory’s ploy. There was a studied casualness to her question that made me a little nervous.
     
    “We’re into selling New Age and Spiritualism merchandise.  Pretty good market for it around these parts, plus we do Internet orders.  So between helping my aunt and meteor watching, I’ll be too busy to do anything else.”
     
    “Yeah, you wouldn’t believe the hippies that come out of the woodwork around here,” Jonah said.  Sarah flicked her eyes in his direction before glancing back at me.  She looked thoughtful then went back to eating like a professional.
     
    “Did you know Chuck Norris has already been to Mars?” Rory asked us.  “That’s why there’s no sign of life.”
     
    “When the Boogeyman goes to bed, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris,” Jonah replied.
     
    I took another bite of my sandwich and chewed slowly, watching the new girl.  She paid no attention to the two clowns, concentrating on eating her lunch and taking the occasional glance around at the room.  Her eyes flicked in my direction at least once.  Somehow, I knew that all our misdirection had done nothing more than hone her curiosity.  Great.  She would likely ask around and in short order, our table would be once again down to four.  Probably better for her anyway.

Chapter 4 -West
     
    A little over two hundred miles to the southeast of Castlebury, a fit young man with black hair and