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that, in a past life or two, we very well could have been sisters.”
    “ You’re losing me.”
    “ It goes back to the book on Wicca...and someone else.”
    I saw the old lady in Allison’s mind. And it wasn’t just any old lady...
    “Since when do you see ghosts?” I asked.
    “ Since last week.”
    She told me about it. Allison had been hired by a man to help him find his daughter’s killer. She had done so, and strangeness ensued. “But I’ll tell you about him another time,” she added.
    However, I had already caught her thoughts regarding him. I shook my head at the wonder of it all, and said, “Fine. Tell me about the old lady.”
    “ She’s one of us,” said Allison.
    “ What the devil does that mean?”
    Allison gave me another image, this time, of the old lady looking not so old. She was younger now, our age, mid-thirties—although I would forever look in my late twenties. At this younger, more youthful age, the woman looked frustratingly familiar.
    Allison was nodding. “See, you recognized her, too.”
    Our drinks came and Allison dove into hers. Literally. Head first. When she pulled away, wine sparkled on her lips. Lips that were smiling contently. The girl liked to drink.
    “What’s going on, Allison?”
    “ We’re soul mates, Sam. We’ve always been soul mates, and so is Millicent. There are three of us. Bound together throughout time and space.”
    “ I just met you last year,” I said, sipping my wine. I had to sip it. If I drank it too fast, I’d get stomach pains. Who knew vampires would have such sensitive stomachs? Granted, it could be the thing that lived within me who had the sensitive stomach. The thing that I kept alive with each consumption of blood. Knowing that I was simultaneously keeping something wicked and hideous alive, while at the same time keeping myself alive, was something that, to this day, I hadn’t quite wrapped my head around.
    “ Yes, we just met,” said Allison, “but we were supposed to meet. It was destiny.”
    “ You were the fiancé of a murder victim,” I said. “Destiny arranged for your fiancé to die so that we could meet?”
    Allison looked down immediately into her wine. The strangeness of her fiancé’s murder did nothing to diminish her loss, and I reached out and took her hand and apologized from my heart. “Sorry, that was harsh.”
    “It’s okay, Sam. And I can’t begin to understand how the world works, or how the Universe works, or even how God works. For all I know, they’re all one and the same. But, somehow, someway, we came together, but this time, as friends.”
    “ And we were sisters before?”
    “ Often,” said Allison, perking up a little. The wine might have had something to do with that. Hers, I noted, was nearly half gone. “And sometimes, brothers. But we’ll call that a failed experiment.”
    I laughed. “I prefer being a girl, thank you very much.”
    Allison giggled. “Likewise.”
    “ And the old woman—”
    “ Young woman,” Allison corrected. “Millicent.”
    “ Yes, Millicent. She is also a soul mate?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ But, she is in spirit, passed on?”
    Allison shrugged. “She was a soul mate who got here a little earlier this time, perhaps to pave the way for us...”
    I caught the thought that she didn’t voice. I said, “Or perhaps to guide you in spirit.”
    “ Us in spirit, Sam. You are deeply connected to her, too.”
    “ This is weird,” I said.
    The waitress came by and took our orders. I wasn’t in the mood for raw steak. I told the waitress I was just here for the wine. She smiled weakly at that. Allison, of course, ordered enough for two people.
    When the waitress left, I said, “Two baked potatoes?”
    “ They’re earth energy,” said my friend, who tilted back the rest of her wine.
    “ You lost me again.”
    “ Earth energy, Sam. They’re grown within Mother Earth, and she has infused them with her love and energy.”
    “ Love and energy?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ Do