1)  The Demons Within

2)  Speaking With Your Demons

The Zombie Leza

The Nature of the Game

Singularity

Stranded in a Foreign Land

Retired:

The Great Death

1)  Love and Death During the Great Death

2)  Grappling With Survival

3)  Seeing Hope Among the Ashes

The Catalyst

1)  An Awkward Beginning

2)  Trying to be Normal

3)  Normalcy is Harder Than it Looks

4)  Racing the Clock

5)  Touring Under Pressure

6)  Building a Legacy

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There’s something about kindred spirits,

you meet them and for a moment [and] this world

no matter [how] ugly, makes sense.

They bring a sense of freedom and clarity to one conversation;

just enough to remind you of who you are.

Nikki Rowe

1: Feeling Each Other Out

If the date is a complete disaster, I’ll text you.

I’ll say ‘Blue Squirrel, this is Hot Fox.

Mission to be aborted with extreme prejudice.’

Then you call me and you tell me that there is a

terrible emergency that requires my expert warlock assistance.

Cassandra Clare

Logan Sykes entered his home, closing the door and marveling at the silence of the still house. His parents were visiting his grandparents and his regular practice was canceled because the tennis coach called in sick. He also knew his younger sister, Leslie, would never abide an empty house and would certainly be out with her girlfriends somewhere. She’s the proverbial social butterfly.

Hanging up his jacket, he considered heading out for a walk later with nothing planned as he basked in the silence, absorbing the stillness of the house. Grinning, he strolled up to the second floor. He was tempted to whistle but enjoyed the rare solitude too much to violate it unnecessarily.

At the top of the stairs, he turned right but froze, hearing moaning. Fearing the day’s seclusion was permanently interrupted, he listened attentively. His sister’s door was ajar—something she never did, as she jealously guarded her privacy—as Logan wouldn’t ever barge in.

Stepping closer, the moans continued. He assumed Leslie was watching porn, but they were so loud he feared someone was being hurt, his protectiveness driving him forward.

Silently opening the door, expecting some mysterious new boyfriend assaulting her, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping.

“Shit!”

There lay his sister, completely naked, atop another equally nude girl. Leslie was easy to identify, though her face was buried in the other girl’s crotch. Her long blond hair and cute little butt were unmistakable. Lying in a sixty-nine position, he couldn’t determine who the other girl was, but was riveted by the scene, unable to fathom what was happening.

Hearing him, the girls rolled apart, clutching their breasts with one hand and their groins with the other in a seemingly choreographed movement. “Crap!” Leslie shouted, a glimpse of terror etched into her expression. “What the hell are you doing home?”

“Practice was canceled and …”

“Crap! Crap! Crap!” she moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.”

“It isn’t that bad,” her best friend, Aiesha said. Though Logan had long known her, he’d never seen her like this. Her curly black hair was soft and bounced whenever she moved and her skin was clear, her cheeks as flushed as her breasts. “It’s messy, but it isn’t a disaster.”

“Still, it complicates …” Leslie’s eyes reopened, as if suddenly recalling her brother was gawking at them. She looked livid. “What the heck at you staring at? This isn’t some peep show.”

“Uh … Sorry.” he spun around, facing the open door. “I didn’t mean to stare, but … I was … shocked.”

“Logan, we have to dress. Could you leave us alone? We … need to talk.”

“Sure. I’m not thinking straight. Of course. Take as much time as you need.”

He stepped out and turned to close the door, once more observing the naked girls. Aiesha screamed “Get out!” and threw a stuffed animal, which bounced off the door, slamming it shut.

He turned, unsure how to respond. Clearly, he hadn’t handled it well, and they were both pissed. Standing alone in the hall, he considered what to do, then sighed. He heard the scramble of feet behind him, turning again as the door cracked open as Leslie peered out, only her face exposed.

“Look, we really need to discuss this. Don’t go anywhere. We’ll work this out, but Ai and I have to figure out how to handle this. We’ll discuss this once we’re done.”

Leslie’s tanned complexion contrasted with Logan’s pale appearance, and while their hair color was similar, the ends were damp and clung to her skin. Her face, still flushed, highlighted her subtle freckles, her eyes insistent and unrelenting.

“Uh, okay,” he said, as his sister hurriedly shut the door again, the lock clicking.

Still unsure what he was supposed to do, the vision of Leslie and Aiesha forever burned into his memory and his penis throbbed, demanding release. He headed to the bathroom, about to close the door when he hesitated.

The girls’ voices were raised, arguing, though he couldn’t make out the words. Though it was dangerous, he wanted some warning before they came looking and discovered him beating off in the lavatory. At least this way, he hoped he’d hear them in enough time to make himself somewhat presentable. Meanwhile, he sat on the closed toilet seat, releasing his straining chicken in his pants and violently wringing its neck!

Logan found his release long before the girls exited. Uncertain what to do, he wandered into his room, leaving the door open. But he couldn’t purge the image of the two, so it didn’t take until his hand returned to his pocket. Still, they continued arguing, though their intensity tapered off. However they planned on retaliating, they were clearly planning something complicated, and he wasn’t looking forward to it.

In the end, it was nearly ten minutes until they did anything, and then they cracked their door. “Logan, we’re ready,” was all Leslie said, retreating again though she left her door ajar once more.

Swallowing, he removed his hand from his jeans for the twelfth time, bit his lip and made his way to her room. A condemned man heading for the gallows, uncertain what to expect but anticipating yelling and jeering, either way.

Entering his sister’s room though, they appeared calm. “Sit,” Leslie instructed, indicating a chair set out by her desk, as they sat facing him cross-legged on the bed. He considered them hesitantly. “Again, I’m sorry,” he fumbled for an explanation. “It’s like if I entered the living room and everyone’s twerking. No matter how unbelievable it is, you just can’t look away.”

“Don’t worry,” Leslie soothed, her eyes belying her words. “Your reaction was normal, but … I guess explanations are in order. Before I begin, can you answer a question?” Unsure where this was heading, he nodded. “Have you been purposefully avoiding Ai, did you just never notice her constant flirting, or are you just uninterested.”

Logan glanced at Aiesha, who though her head was lowered, carefully observed his responses, her eyes moist and glistening in the light.

“Uh, no,” he began, a church mouse arguing with the rectory cat as it flexes its claws. I … I didn’t … no, I couldn’t. You know me, frankly I was terrified of even acknowledging it, not knowing how you’d respond. But more importantly, as attracted as I was towards her, it’s just not who I am. I wasn’t about to hit on your best friend, so … I kept my distance, less I made a fool of myself or did something I could never live down.

I … knew she enjoyed teasing me, but it felt like walking through a minefield. One wrong move and either I’d wreck our relationship, or yours.”

“Fair enough,” Leslie said, “even if your thinking is a little convoluted.” She stared at him. “Trust me, neither of us was teasing you. But let me explain.

“Ai and I never planned this. She’s always had a thing for you, but one day our eyes met, and we were all over each other.”

“Please, you don’t need to tell me,” he pleaded, but she persisted.

“No, I do, because there are other issues involved. Unlike myself, who’s always known I’m a lesbian, Ai is basically straight.”

“I prefer the term ambisexual,” Aiesha corrected her. “While I can go either way, I primarily lean towards guys.”

“Hold on a second,” he said, holding his hand up to pause the conversation. “How can you be gay? You never seemed any different.”

Leslie rolled her eyes, smirking. “How do you think lesbians behave? Do you think we all gather in the moonlight, dancing around an open fire while howling at the moon?”

“No, but …”

“Seriously,” Aiesha countered, ticking off her fingers one by one. “You sister has never worn a dress in her life. She doesn’t wear anything other than sneakers or boots, and I don’t think she’s ever used makeup—though I keep encouraging her to.” She stood, crossing to Leslie’s closet before stooping and grabbing a pair of shoes, holding them aloft. “Do these look even faintly feminine?”

“No, but that’s just Leslie. She’s always been that way.”

“Exactly,” they both said, smiling knowingly, though Logan wasn’t convinced.

“She wears those because she always plays sports.”

“Think about that,” Aiesha suggested. “Why do you think that is? Can you think of any reason she might want to spend all her time around other women in sweaty locker rooms and taking communal showers?” He paused, various images flashing across his mind as he blushed profusely. “Trust me, your sister is a committed lesbian.”

“Though Ai isn’t,” Leslie continued, “and it’s always worried me. Though we have a great relationship and truly love each other, I worry one day she’s going to see some guy and … decide to see how the other half lives.”

“When we first made out, it surprised us both,” Aiesha explained. “Neither of us expected it.”

“You’ve never met them, but Ai has two mothers. Thus, she’s more understanding of gender fluidity.”

“But …”

“I know, unlike me, she typically wears dresses. Though I love seeing her dressing up for me,” Leslie’s eyes glazed over momentarily, “it highlights how far apart our expectations are.”

“Why are you telling me all these personal details?” Logan asked nervously.

“Because it sets the stage for what follows,” Leslie insisted. “As she’s essentially straight, she’s always been more attracted to you.”

“It’s true.” Aiesha’s cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink enhancing her mocha features and dark curly hair, highlighting her earlier naked excitement. “But that’s also why I was initially drawn to your sister. You have the same physique, move in similar ways, and though you’re decidedly different physically, you share the same unisex appeal.”

“Pardon me, I don’t think any guy wants to hear about his ‘unisex’ appeal.”

“You know what I mean. You have the same boyish hips, thin body and broad shoulders. No offense, but you’ve got a nice walk, more refined than most guys, which attracts the eyes. It’s more sleek sophistication and debonair than sheer muscular swagger, which has always turned me off.”

“Anyway, I’ve always worried about her meeting some cute guy and drifting away,” Leslie admitted. “I assumed it would happen eventually, as it’s her natural inclination. But …”

She paused, glancing at her girlfriend before continuing. “Given that, our solution covers everyone’s bases. While I’m comfortable being gay, a lot of my friends are nervous because … well, I’m fairly butch. And Dad’s pretty conservative. His catholic roots keep showing, and although he knows better, he still considers homosexuality a sin. So, I’m in no hurry to publicly declare my sexual inclinations.

“What we’re suggesting is if you date Ai, it’ll cover our relationship, while our continuing to spend time together will seem perfectly natural.”

“Especially if you intimate we’re gossiping about you.”

“Look, I don’t want to get between you two, and I certainly don’t want to steal your girlfriend,” he protested.

“But you won’t,” Leslie enthused. “She’s always been drawn to you, so it’ll be a perfect match. It will alleviate my worries about her chasing after some random guy or your never dating and explain why I’m always hanging around. Everybody wins.”

“This seems overly complicated. Not to mention a little forced.”

“Only because you kept ignoring my flirtations,” Aiesha parried. “You practically ran whenever you saw me coming.”

Logan blushed. “Only because I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to resist you and never wanted to hurt either of you.”

Her eyes narrowed, burrowing into his. “And you never thought avoiding me wasn’t painful?” she pressed.

His head dropped. “No, although I’m slow about picking up a lot of things, I was aware of it. But thought—”

“Never mind what you thought,” Leslie said. “Now that we’ve cleared the air, it’s time you step up to the plate. Face it, the girl is crazy about you. It’s about time you found someone besides me who can pull you out of your shell. Trust me, Mom and Dad worry enough about you, it’ll ease their minds about your ability to fit in socially.”

“I always openly flirted with you. If you’d ever responded, Leslie and I would likely never have connected. But the fact you didn’t meant I was primed for her, since you’re so similar.”

She paused, glancing between them. “When I transferred to your school last fall, I was immediately drawn to Leslie—as we were in the same social circles. I noticed you, but you were so distant, I never knew how to approach you. Part of my getting chummy with Leslie was just to get close enough to talk to you. Once we did, I felt like I’d won the lottery. So, there’s nothing forced about this. I’ve been chomping at the bit for some time.”

“I explained you’re somewhat slow picking up emotional cues,” Leslie interjected.

“I,” Logan conceded, a light flush crawling across his cheeks, “was aware you were flirting but I’m not overly confident nor the type who’d seduce my sister’s closest friend.”

“I kept advising her to simply give you time and you’d eventually see the writing on the wall,” Leslie expanded. “But you’re too damn idealistic to act in everyone’s best interest. But now’s your chance.

“If you ask her out, it will solve all of our problems. You’ve been on your own for too long. More than anything else, this will free me to pursue my own interests, rather than constantly fretting over you.”

He glanced at them timorously. “You don’t think it’ll trigger disagreements? It’s like doing somersaults through a minefield wearing a feather boa? It’s not only dangerous, but so out of character everyone will notice.”

“Your dating anyone is uncharacteristic,” Leslie countered, rolling her eyes. “They’ll think you’re finally maturing and behaving like a typical guy. As I said, Mom and Dad will worry less if you begin interacting with someone besides me.

“I can’t honestly say whether there won’t be some jealousy,” she continued, “as it depends on how we handle it. But you know I’m always there for you, Logan, and will do anything for you. This is ideal. Instead of fighting over her, we can take turns and cover for each other, so our ‘rents won’t suspect a thing.

“They’re well aware you’re uncomfortable with people, and they’re worried you’ll live with them forever. Courting Ai will demonstrate you’re ready to join humanity, rather than spending every waking moment in your room contemplating things they can’t comprehend. Face it, it’s not easy raising someone like you.

“They’re terrified you’ll never fit in. If you start dating, hopefully they’ll relax, and things won’t be nearly as tense. Ai will be overjoyed, won’t have to give up either of us, and will help you be more social. Which your doctor says is essential to your well-being. As much as you like it, you can’t remain a hermit for the rest of your life. We all worry about you and want you to be happy, bro.”

“So, how would this work?” he pressed, still skeptical. “You just continue as you have, and I occasionally take her out socially? Do we date her as a team, tag-teaming her and slapping each other’s hand when it’s time to switch? This isn’t sounding very natural.”

“We’ll have to ease into it,” Leslie admitted. “See what works and what doesn’t, but I’m committed to making this succeed, as I’m interested in both of your happinesses. If it doesn’t work for one, it won’t for the others. Whatever happens, we’ll solve this, but trust me, this is vital for each of us.”

“I think it’s worth the risk,” Aiesha suggested. “If we don’t try, Leslie is right, this will eventually leak out, whether intentionally or not. I’ve been spending way too much time over here for people to not start asking questions. But … if everyone realizes you and I are dating, even if it does, no one’s likely to believe it.”

“If you’re worried about misinterpreting things, Ai knows about your issues.”

“No, that’s not my concern, though it’s handy she’s aware of it so we can head them off in the future, but this is sure to get complicated.”

“Simplicity’s for simpletons,” Ai said. “Personally, I like complexity, as it reveals everyone’s true character. If we can handle a few complications, we’ll all be richer and know each other even better. If not, we’ll learn as we go. It’s not so much peeing in our playpen as mixing business and pleasure. Millions of people get involved with someone at work, and while some screw up, others manage it well.”

“So, what do you say, bro? Are you willing to take a chance on love? If not for yourself, then at least for us?”

“Damn, it’s hard arguing with that. I still have reservations, but it sounds intriguing. While I never acted on my feeling for Aiesha, I’ve always wanted to. I hate admitting it, but I’m in.”

“Great!” Leslie declared. “We’ll finalize the details and head somewhere to explore our feelings tomorrow. I can’t believe it; I’m finally setting my dorky brother up on a real date with my own girlfriend! You can count this as my birthday present this year, as I’m just as afraid of you never meeting anyone as everyone else!”

“What is this place?” Aiesha asked, observing the large industrial buildings, especially the towering brewery they were approaching.

“Hey, I couldn’t let you two to pick the restaurant,” Logan said. “I don’t have any problem with either of your tastes, but you already have a numerical edge. You certainly don’t need a home-field advantage too. But it has a decent selection, a comfortable atmosphere, and best of all, we can afford it.”

Passing the brewery sign, a large market came into view overlooking a beautiful park descending to a gentle burbling riverwalk. “There’s a variety of carts featuring all sorts of delicious, unique dishes. So, I can devour Angus chili-cheeseburgers, while you two can choose French, Spanish, Korean, Cajun or Vegetarian food. Take your pick or mix it up and go wild.”

“I’d caution against too many beans if you’re hoping to make an impression,” Leslie playfully cautioned.

“I’ve considered it. Not only is it a simple topping, I’ve prepped with Beano and have several breath mints.”

“There’s certainly a wide variety of people,” Ai said. “Everything from hipsters, businessmen and tourists to families.”

“Figure out what you want. I can provide recommendations, then we can take our fare down the hill so we’ll be by ourselves and can talk quietly without interruption. Afterwards, when you tire of listening to me ramble on, we can stroll along the riverwalk and relax while figuring out where this goes from here.”

“I think you’ve come up with a wonderful surprise,” Aiesha enthused. “I’ve never been here and I’m eager to see what’s available. The fact you drove means we won’t be rushed and can take as long as we want.”

“I’ll admit, I was worried, but you did good, bro,” Leslie said. “I’m officially impressed. I was all set for a date at the Wendy’s drive thru.”

“Sorry, not on my watch. While I miss a lot of social cues, I pay attention to the details when it’s required. After all, that’s my wheelhouse, my raison d’etre!”

“Don’t worry, we know!” his younger sibling rolled her eyes and smirked at her girlfriend. “Just don’t get so wrapped up in the specifics you forget to show up!”

“It was only once and … I was in the middle of something!”

“I know. You’re always working on something!” she leaned in, kissing his cheek before turning to Aiesha. “He showed up late for our parents’ wedding renewal—that he was participating in!”

“You didn’t?” she squealed.

“I was there for the rehearsal, so I knew all the parts and could slip in somewhat unnoticed.”

Leslie chuckled. “The service had already begun, and although he ran up the outside aisle, everyone watched him rather than the ceremony.”

“Hey, it gave them something to laugh about at the reception.”

Ai turned to her lover. “Promise me, if there’s ever a wedding in our future, you’ll ensure he shows up in time?”

“I do,” Logan insisted before his sister could answer. “Besides, Leslie programmed my phone, so I’ll know when to finally put my final last-minute changes to bed and haul ass to wherever I’m supposed to be.”

“It’s tricky,” Leslie said. “If you call him, he’ll say ‘yeah, I’m coming’, but never stop. But if you give him an emergency alert, he knows he can’t delay any longer.”

“Yep,” Ai grinned. “I figured we were a package deal, and that’s the final confirmation. He isn’t going anywhere without you. Luckily, I love you both.”

After heading off in different directions—hardly the makings of a united front—they met by the blanket Logan laid out and compared their selections.

“Oh, that looks delicious!” Aiesha said, gazing at his sandwich. “I thought you were going for a greasy burger.”

“Hey,” he protested, opening the top to reveal the various meats, vegetables and condiments, “there’s meat in this. Just ’cause I prefer animal proteins, doesn’t mean I have no taste.”

“I must say, it looks appetizing,” Leslie echoed, comparing it to her own. “You wouldn’t mind our trying a bite, would you?”

“He’s supposed to be my boyfriend! Doesn’t that give me first dibs?”

“Whoa,” he playfully protested, withdrawing it from their grasp. “I thought you were both into the vegetarian crap!”

“I try to maintain my weight,” his sister growled. “But you can only eat so many nut-based products and protein broths before I’m ready to devour some raw flesh. Grass, twigs and weeds don’t supply the energy I require on the field.”

“I’ll admit, I like my salads, but yours looks tempting,” Aiesha countered.

“That’s why I offered personal recommendations. Having been here before, I know what’s good. Here.” He tore his sandwich in half, then halved it again, handing a quarter to each. “Though, I’ll likely have to double back for another, since I burn through food.”

“He’s not kidding, he’s always eating.”

“Which is why I like treating myself to something nice, before you vultures descend, staking your claims on my delicate delicacies.”

“Umm, that’s delicious!”

“So, Aiesha, while I’m familiar with your barbed, biting humor, I don’t know much about you, as I’m rarely included in your discussions. Leslie mentioned your two mothers. If it’s not being too forward, what’s that like?”

“I don’t know, what’s having a mom and dad like, or only having one parent, as many of our classmates do? They’re parents, whatever the details. Everything else is immaterial.”

“Point taken. I’ll concede. So, what do they do? What are they like”?

“Well, one’s a French linguist, the other is a registered nurse.”

“A language specialist? Is there a big market for that?”

“It varies. She works as a translator/editor, so when she has work, it’s fulltime, but when she doesn’t, there’s a long lull between assignments. Whenever an upcoming French author wants to make a tremendous splash, they seek her out to translate the book into English. She’s adept at capturing nuances, while most translators mangle the meanings.”

“That’s interesting. I’m looking forward to meeting them. So, Aiesha, what is it you’re hoping to study?”

“Please, call me ‘Ai’, it’s less formal. Aiesha’s a wonderful name, but it’s so impersonal. But I hope to work in medicine. Unfortunately, I doubt my parents can afford an eight-year medical degree program.”

“So, nursing school? It would put you on the front lines, helping people sooner.”

“No, nurses are stuck with the grunt work and irregular hours. While they help others, they rarely make the critical decisions. Thus, I’m considering either acupuncture, reiki or energy medicine. While not accepted by doctors, they require less extensive training, and I can join a private clinic somewhere.”

“Sounds like it’s fairly tough, whichever you choose. While it’s more stressful, nursing might be faster and pay better too. Those might pay well, but it’ll be difficult maintaining a consistent income.”

“I know. I’m still wrestling over it, and none of the options is ideal. The medical field is screwed up, preserving the entrenched old-white male network, but it’s disquieting fighting it single-handedly.”

“If you don’t mind me pressing, and I’m only asking because I haven’t a clue, how does one not know whether they’re straight or not?”

She sighed, clearly exasperated. “I’m basically hetero, but there was just something between Leslie and me, and one day, it just came together. Neither of us was looking for it. She knew I was … interested in you, and she was waiting for a long-term first relationship.”

“Okay, I get that, but it’s not like one day, I’ll start messing around with my best friend.”

“Are you sure?” she prodded, staring into his eyes. “You never know, people discover things about themselves they’ve long denied, all the time.”

“Well, here’s hoping I don’t begin Frenching Trey, as he’s definitely not my type!”

“Ha!” Leslie added. “He’s practically worse than you, you two never talk about anything meaningful.”

“Technically, the term is ‘ambisexual’,” Aiesha clarified. “Rather than being bisexual, meaning I’m attracted in both sexes, I can swing either way but have a definite cis-gen preference. Still, there was something unexplainable about your sister that attracted me. We think along the same lines. Hell, we often think the identical things. But more than that, I frequently feel what she’s experiencing. That type of chemistry just doesn’t happen between most people. It’s something only lifelong soulmates experience.”

She paused, tilting her head, considering Logan. “What about you?”

“Well, many companies are eager to hire people like me because we’re ideal problem solvers and work long hours without bitching about it. So, I’ll probably end up in either programming or statistical analysis, since I’m so good with numbers.”

“Yeah, Leslie’s mentioned how you suffered as a child.”

“When he was young, he couldn’t take showers, saying it hurt too much,” she added.

“Seriously?”

“It’s called touch sensitivity, and it’s one of many things that make our early years incredibly difficult. Our uncle has it and helped my parents deal with me. Because I can’t recognize most expressions, they papered my room with images of people’s faces, and they kept switching out new photos. That way I learned to study them over time, gradually learning which to pay attention to. Even now, I frequent photo sharing sites to review facial expressions. But those like me eventually learn to cope, though it happens later, in our early teens, when everything seems to fall into place.”

“Yeah, we talked about that too, but Leslie never explained how it works.”

“We figure out how to cope, mostly by hyperfocusing, burying ourselves in our work. That way, instead of being constantly distracted by one thing after another, we concentrate on one until it’s done, then move onto the next. Of course, we can’t multitask, so plenty of things get dropped along the way, but it allows us to excel, which buys us more flexibility. After all, no one wants to penalize their most productive worker for not socializing enough with their less efficient coworkers. That ability to excel and work relentlessly until something is solved is what high-tech startups appreciate.”

“I can see how it would trigger relationship conflicts. Most women expect their husbands to come home, rather than working through the night.”

“If things are going well, I quit early—without any hard feelings since I’m such a high achiever—but when they sour, I won’t stop, further impacting my productivity. But like you, I’m considering alternatives. Generally, corporations expect certain behaviors, and people like me get chewed up by the Peter Principle.”

“The Peter Principle?”

“Yeah, while most executives get promoted until they’re no longer as effective as they were, there’s a push to make programmers into engineers. We’re then diverted into sales, and finally given management jobs, none of which we’re suited for. At the lower ranks, we shine. Once they promote us, we sink fast.”

“So, what are your options?”

“Many Asperger’s sufferers gravitate to the creative fields where we can set our own hours, establish our priorities and make our own rules.”

“Like painting?”

He reached into his back pocket, passing her a slim notebook. “I carry this everywhere I go.”

She casually flipped through a several pages. “Wow! These are wonderful.” She leafed through several more. “Wait, is this me?”

Both he and Leslie leaned forward to see what she was viewing. “Yeah. Since we don’t pick up on social cues, it’s easier sitting in the background and observing. So, I’ll alternate listening, watching and doing something. You’re around frequently, make an ideal subject and you’re cute—which helps any drawing. Trey’s just not that enticing a muse.

“You learn a lot more that way. Then, we watch for specific trigger keywords. Since I’m an entertaining storyteller, I always have a few rehearsed tales. So I’ll jump in and tell a funny story, and suddenly people are fascinated, where they completely ignored me before.”

“Yeah, it sounds like a coping mechanism, kind of a ‘fake it till you make it’ approach.”

“It works. Once someone sees you’re insightful and can detect what others can’t, they’re more willing to ignore your eccentricities, which I have plenty of! Plus, I tend to get into a single topic, and I’ll beat it to death, which also drives people away.”

“I’ll admit, I’ve noticed. You sit there, hardly saying anything, and suddenly you’re the center of attention.”

“You’ll notice, most of the sketches have notes or ‘found conversations’. They’re springboards, observations about people I use in the future. They tie people to specific moments, and I can apply the observations—or the quotes—in other things. It also helps with writing.”

“You write too?”

“I do, but I’m not very good at it.”

She leafed through several more pages, before stopping and reading one for a few seconds.

“You’ve got some fairly detailed notes here,” she observed. “They’re really funny, though your handwriting is so tiny it’s hard to read. I’m sure your writing is terrific too.”

“That’s another symptom. According to experts, smaller cursive indicates intense concentration.” He shrugged. “Plus, there’s not much room on the page, so it gives me space to work. As for the writing, you’d think so, but while I’ve got a knack for sketching, I don’t have the drive. Although I’ve written some short pieces, they’re not worth showing anyone yet.”

“My mother says write what you know, yet it doesn’t mean what everyone thinks. While beautiful prose is elegant, it’s not what attracts readers. Instead, storytelling is king. If you want to create tales, forget the details and focus on what motivates you.

“Even if you write about zombie Wookies on Tatooine, it’s your enthusiasm that sells the story. Whatever you bring to the page, it reflects your life, and your emotions will flavor your tale, so don’t be afraid of what you don’t know. Simply pour your experiences into your characters and let them express themselves. Once you do, someone like my mother can clean up the phrasing, punctuation and pacing, fine tuning it.”

Logan nodded. “Thanks. That makes sense. I’ll play around a bit more, focus less on the plot details and more on the characters’ backgrounds and perspectives. Though of course, I have trouble with the personal interactions.”

“Well, that’s something Leslie and I can work with you on. We’ll highlight how people usually respond and catch anything you miss.”

“You’re determined to see my stories, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. If a single sketch and few random notes capture my attention, I’m sure you can accomplish a lot with a little imagination. Just don’t get wrapped up in the minutiae. Experts know the specifics so the rest of us don’t have to. We just need to ask the right people at the correct times.”

“All right, I’ll show you one of mine, though I’m not making any promises.”

“And I’ll provide plenty of feedback. In the end, if you love the story, it’ll come through and we can polish any rough edges. Writing is a collaborative effort, and often a vital collaborator is their partner.”

“Okay,” he announced. “It’s time for the lightning round! What’s your favorite color?”

“Marsh green,” she answered immediately.

“Mine’s aqua as it mixes the trust and honor of blue with green’s health and vitality.”

“You’re just like Leslie and me, we both tend to think of similar things when we’re near each other.”

“Okay, getting back on topic, what ice cream do you prefer?”

“Bottomless!”

“I’ll remember that, I prefer mint chocolate chip.”

“I’ll put up with almost anything, provided they don’t skimp on quantity, but when I’m down, I’ll go through a full quart of chocolate.”

“Favorite sport?”

“Hmm, that’s a bit of a tossup. Volleyball or track and field I’d guess.”

“Are you a jogger or jumper?”

“Definitely a runner. Leslie and I always run together, though she leaves me in the dust.”

“I might have to join you, as I can’t keep up with her either. That way we can both lag behind, complaining about her. How about vehicles?”

“Eh, I really don’t care. As long as it gets me there, I’ve never been impressed with fancy paintjobs, and the new-car scent makes me sneeze.

“I’m kinda fond of my old clunker, as you gotta love the one you’re with. What music do you enjoy?”

“Umm, that’s tougher. I’d have to say moody soul or Latin jazz. But I adore dancing. If it’s got a rhythm, I’ll dance to anything.”

“Sorry, but you lost on that count,” Leslie said, indicating her brother. “He’s got rhythm, but his extremities don’t match his arms and legs.”

“Come again?”

“It’s another symptom of Asperger’s. I can control my upper limbs, but if it involves anything lower, I’m apoplectic, demonstrating the typical autistic jerkiness. So, at my sister’s constant urging, I’ve given it up.”

“Aw! That’s too bad, but tell you what, anytime you want to dance, just grab me whenever she’s not looking.”

“I’m telling you,” Leslie said. “It ain’t pretty.”

“Heck, you don’t dance for to be seen, you do it because the spirit moves you. Dancing is a celebration, not a performance!”

“Well, at this point, I think you’ve got the job.” Logan turned to his sister. “I think this will actually work. What about you? Are you still okay with it? Our flirting isn’t bothering you, is it?”

“Not in the least. I’ve waited too long for you to finally notice Ai or find anyone at all. If it does, we’ll discuss it then. More than likely, it’ll just be nerves, which we can easily resolve. It’s wonderful seeing you getting along so well. You keep worrying that no one understands you, but she not only gets you, you fit together seamlessly. You’re like two peas in a pod, you couldn’t get any closer if you tried. It’s time you stopped resisting and get with the program!”

They both laughed. “You’ve convinced me. Barring anything unforeseen, I think this will work. Now, let’s clean up, take a walk, and discuss something other than each other. We still need to see how we interact when there’s nothing to talk about, as that’s the majority of life, the quiet times when nothing’s happening.”

“Sounds good to me. Besides, knowing you, you’ll have plenty of fascinating stories, revealing details about virtually anything that no one else knows. As I said, whatever issues you have, you’re a natural.”

2: Spiritual Revelations

No one can know his own beauty or perceive

a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back

to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.

John Joseph Powell

Returning home, Leslie was eager to grill Aiesha about their date, but Ai decided she preferred studying together with a bit of flirting.

“Logan,” their mother Helen called. “Would you be a dear, run out and get me some asparagus. I bought some the other day, but it’s gone bad.”

He sighed, before putting his book down and standing. “Sure, Mom.” He turned to the girls. “I’ll be back shortly, see if you can find something to keep you occupied while I’m gone.”

They glanced at each other, grinning. “I can think of something,” Leslie suggested, as Logan headed out.

“I believe it’s Logan’s turn.”

“Really?” she pressed. “He just had his date, the fact he asked me to tag along doesn’t count, as it was his choice. Seems like now’s mine.”

Aiesha frowned. “I’m not sure he’d think of it that way, but he did suggest finding something we’ll both enjoy to occupy us while he’s gone.”

“What’s more, it’s the perfect opportunity to discuss Logan.”

“All right, you’ve convinced me,” Ai responded as she stood. “But let’s hurry before he gets back.”

When he returned, he noticed his sister’s door was ajar once more. Thinking it not only odd, but dangerous—given Leslie’s fears—he approached.

Without glancing in, he gently knocked on the doorframe, and heard frantic shuffling from inside.

“Relax,” he urged, leaning forward so he wouldn’t need to raise his voice. “It’s Logan, but your door is standing open.”

“Well close it then,” she snapped.

“Uh, don’t you think this odd? After our discussions yesterday, didn’t you think to lock it?”

He heard movement again, and a moment later the door opened, revealing his sister wearing an open shirt, unbuttoned but covering the essential bits but clearly nothing more as she peered out.

“Logan, I absolutely locked it. Do you think I’m crazy?”

“Well, it’s not now. How about yesterday?”

“Of course, I’m not stupid.”

“And yet … Look, when you finish up in there, get me and I’ll examine the lock. There’s got to be something wrong with it.”

“Well, the mood has been wrecked, so you may as well go ahead. We’ll get dressed.”

“Mom and Dad are downstairs. Rather than quitting, head to my room and you can continue while I check out your door.”

“You don’t mind? While you were gone, we kinda cheated. We’d mentioned alternating, but you were both so sexy during your date, I couldn’t resist.”

“Seriously, it’s not a problem. What’s mine is yours and what’s either of ours is Ai’s. It’s fine. But, if you plan on mooching my time, don’t be surprised if I peek just to see the action and whet my appetite.”

“Sure,” she said, leaning forward to kiss him on the nose—a significant step up from their usual peck on the forehead or cheek. “After this, we’ll save our private time for our soon-to-be scheduled times.”

Leslie partially closed the door and motioned to Ai. A moment later two nearly naked girls and dashed across the hall, glancing down the stairs in passing. Logan couldn’t help looking, enjoying watching their twitching retreating buns. Just after his sister entered his room, Aiesha stopped, turned and winking, pulled her loose shirt open and flashed him. She then followed her girlfriend, giggling at her ploy. He noted the lock engaging, specifically listening for it.

He headed downstairs to get the proper tools, and returning, he disassembled the mechanism, examined and cleaned the various components, reassembled and reinstalled them. He tested it, and the bolt was definitely functioning, even when he rattled and shook the door. Satisfied, but still suspicious, he exited, noticing that now his door was open. He realized then that something curious was occurring. He started forward when he heard his parents’ voices coming up, so he waited—hoping to distract them when they come up.

He knelt, partially turned to the stairway as they headed up. When they appeared, he stood. “Heading for an afternoon nap?”

They both stopped, looking at him. “Uh … yeah, that’s what we planned.” His father cocked his head, eyeing him quizzically. “What are you doing with my tools?”

“There was something wrong with Leslie’s door, so I was examining it.”

Jonathan Sykes frowned. “I’ll look at it later.”

“No need.” Logan opened her door, working the handle. “I dismantled, cleaned and reinstalled it.” He grinned. “We look out for each other.”

“All right,” their father said, not entirely convinced. They went into their bedroom for their supposed nap, never glancing towards his room or asking about the girls. Logan sighed, relieved to have circumvented at least one crisis, when he noted his door was now firmly shut. Which was strange, as he was facing it the entire time and hadn’t noticed them shutting the door—trying to divert their parents.

He approached and tested his door. It was definitely locked.

“Just checking,” he announced, not wanting to disturb their time together. Recalling what Leslie had said, he couldn’t help remembering the two beautiful teenage girls sixty-nining each other. Realizing openly fantasizing about his sister would likely get him in trouble—especially after monkeying with her lock—he decided to give them their space. But the three of them definitely needed to discuss it.

“We have a date tonight,” Leslie informed him after breakfast the next day.

“We do? With Ai, or have you already set me up with someone else?”

“You wish. Aiesha wants us to meet her parents. It’s for dinner and it’s casual.”

He considered it for a moment. “Okay, though I’m guessing it may be a little strained.”

“Hey, if you date someone, expect to deal with their folks. How awkward it is, is entirely up to you. You can go with the flow and be charming or tense up and make mistakes. It’s your choice.”

“Fine. I’ll own my blunders. What are their names?”

“Yolonda and Hannah. And Ai’s last name is Peters-Katz. They’re both very nice and easy to get along with.”

“You aren’t dating their daughter.”

“No,” she chuckled. “We’re definitely not dating. Rather than going out, we spend all our time indoors.”

Logan grinned. “Yeah. Sometimes it makes a difference, but I’ll try not to hold it against them.” He paused. “Let me guess which one is Katz.”

“Yep. It’s the French translator. The one who couldn’t afford medical school is Yolonda.”

“Couldn’t get a degree?”

“Okay, she’s a Registered Nurse, but like Ai, she wanted to become a doctor, but couldn’t finance it.”

“So, they know about us?”

“No, they know about Leslie and me. When we got involved, she insisted I meet them. Now, it’s your turn. Don’t worry, as I said, they’re easy going.”

“Okay. Anything else?”

“Dress nice, be polite, and be your usual charming self.”

“In other words, don’t blather, answer questions and don’t be overly obnoxious.”

“See, that’s what we love about you, you occasionally see the obvious, once it’s pointed out to you.”

“What time?”

“They invited us for dinner. I’ve checked with Mom and Dad, and after calling to confirm, they agreed.”

“They didn’t ask what it was about?”

“It’s not a concern, Ai and I have a long history together. Our folks have no reason for worry, especially since I’m so protective of you. After all, there are things a girl can’t ask her parents, and even more they have no desire to know.”

“French or Soul Food?”

“A mix, seafood Creole, but they’re both excellent cooks.”

“Terrific, as Ai hasn’t cooked anything for me yet.”

“Hopefully, you’ll impress her with your own cooking. This is the twenty-first century, merely washing the dishes won’t cover your ass anyone.”

“Good to know,” Logan said, grinning. Despite his nerves, it sounded interesting.

At school, the three teens entered the building. Granting them their space, Leslie walked on the outside, not quite as close with Logan in the middle, grasping Ai’s hand. Glancing up, she grinned, squeezing his back as they drew closer. Though often needing to walk behind each other, they kept holding hands.

As usual, the hallways, rooms, and restrooms were incredibly crowded. Due to a massive mid-September storm, two nearby schools closed—one caused by flooding and the other to tornado damage—so it was sometimes difficult getting to classes on time. Given the larger class sizes and the outdoor trailers’ limitations, you really didn’t learn any more in class than on your own—something Logan preferred to in-person sessions.

The other students began to notice, as several stared.

“It appears the jig is up,” Leslie advised. “You’re now an official couple.”

“We weren’t planning on keeping it secret?” he inquired, making sure. “Because I want to scream it from the rooftop.”

“Hmm,” Aiesha cooed, nudging his shoulder with her own.

As they continued more students noticed, the girls smiling, proving they weren’t interested in him anyway, while the guys rolled their eyes or made snide comments.

Just outside her first classroom, which Ai directed him toward, Logan pulled her towards him and kissed her hand. She tittered and leaned in and kissed him briefly, giggling happily.

A couple of nearby girls went “Ahh,” observing them, to which Aiesha turned. “Yep, he’s my man, and I’m definitely keeping him.”

“I wish my boyfriend was that romantic.”

“Don’t worry,” Leslie assured them. “This is still new for them both. Check in later and they’ll be over it.”

Everyone laughed and waved goodbye. Leslie and Logan walked off as Ai entered her class and when the siblings parted, his sister gave him a thumbs up.

At lunch they sat with Ai and Leslie’s friends, Logan shrugging helplessly as his buddies called out, saying they’d saved him a space. “Sorry guys, I’m spoken for now!”

Leslie introduced him around, though he already knew several from visits to the house.

After they’d been sitting for a few minutes, Mimi leaned forward, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper. “How the hell do you do that?”

Leslie glanced at her. “Do what?”

“Whenever Logan reaches for something, you shift your hand, so you don’t bump each other. When he turns to wave to a friend, Aiesha moves aside so he doesn’t hit her. How did you ever learn that?”

She shrugged. “It’s no trick. We’ve never noticed, but Logan and I have always been close.”

“Not from what we’ve seen, and he’s never joined us for lunch. And he’s not only doing it with you, you all do it automatically.”

“It’s nothing. I guess we’re just comfortable with each other.”

“Well, it looks weird,” Mimi warned, dropping her voice. “Other people are noticing!”

Glancing around, Leslie shrugged again. “Not much I can do about it. If they want to stare, it’s fine, but we’re not doing anything.”

“Yeah,” Logan said, “we’re okay with it, however anyone else responds.”

Yet, their lunchtime companions kept staring, so they self-consciously tried to restrain their movements.

On the way home, Logan turned to his sister. “Leslie, Ai and I were talking. Since I’m still trying to get a handle on this relationship, we’d like to visit the school’s gay/lesbian alliance.”

“Otherwise known as the GLA,” Aiesha added. “Or GLBTQA, if you add bisexuals, Trans and Queers, which apparently is why they didn’t. It was already too difficult to say.”

“I’m glad, but if you don’t mind. I think I’ll skip it,” Leslie responded. “As I noted before, my friends are skittish about me. So, for now, I’m comfortable hiding in the closet with Ai—or at least on my days with her—it’s pretty durn comfy in there.”

“That’s what we assumed,” Aiesha assured her. “But if we go, people can make all the inferences they want. But no one will know whether either of us is gay or not. We’re just a friendly, gay-curious couple. What’s more, since you aren’t attending, there’s no reason to make any assumptions about you.”

She considered it. “Couldn’t you just ask Ai’s mothers about it?”

“If I’m too embarrassed to keep asking you and Ai embarrassing questions, why would I embarrass myself by quizzing her parents? Besides, it’s totally anonymous. No one there wants to cause any trouble as it would harm them as much as anyone else.”

“I’ll tell you what, you two go this time and I’ll consider it for next time. I already have a decent idea of who’s a lesbian, as my gaydar is still new and factory fresh.”

“Yeah, that’s something else I need to figure out.”

“Trust me, it won’t work with lesbians, though if you want to acknowledge cute guys checking you out …”

“No thanks, but I’m still curious how it works. We’ll tell you how it goes. Who knows, while you know who’s who, there might be others who aren’t quite as confident yet.”

“Again, I’ll contemplate it, but don’t push. No one likes being outed by their friends!”

“Your secret is safe with us,” Aiesha assured her, giggling. “Now, if Logan can just keep the handsome young homosexual students at bay …”

“Wait, what?” he asked, looking worried.

“Welcome to our home,” Hannah Peters-Katz said, once Aiesha greeted them both and they entered the house. “You must be Logan, and we know Leslie. We’ve heard so many positive things about you.”

“Ai can hardly keep from mentioning either of you,” her other mother said.

He hesitated, unable to distinguish who was African American and who was French. “Thank you.” He handed the first woman a small bouquet of irises his mother had selected. Logan leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “I can see where Ai gets her looks from.”

She had the decency to blush. “You can’t blame it on me, it’s all her mom’s fault.”

“Oh, sorry. I thought.”

“Don’t fret,” Yolonda said leaning in and giving him a traditional French double-cheek air kiss, which only confused him all the more. “I’m mixed race myself, and when we decided to have a child, I felt a white donor was better. The odds are stacked enough against us as it is, tilting them in Aiesha’s favor seemed a sensible alternative.”

“Still, while I see the familial resemblance, she seems like the natural child of you both, bearing similarities with each of you.”

Physically, the two women looked nothing like the other, neither appearing as he expected, nor dressed as he’d anticipated. Yet each looked like Aiesha’s birth mother. Yolonda Peters was slightly shorter, cute and chubby enough to naturally want to hug and giggle with. Unlike her daughter, she had straightened, dyed light-purple hair and large piercing brown eyes, which seemingly drew you in while examining your every secret. Logan shivered just looking into her eyes.

Hannah Katz, on the other hand, had a rich golden tan and red cheeks. Looking closer, he finally noticed the color was uneven, almost spotty, but he wasn’t about to either stare or mention it. He at least understood the basic rules of social decorum. She had brunette hair streaked with white hair—natural, rather than artificial—which hung to the middle of her back. S he was also thin—like anemic French models—with inquisitive eyes constantly darting about, but when they focused, you knew they saw your every flaw.

“Don’t ever let this one go,” Yolonda cautioned her daughter, “and never let him stop telling tales about you either. He’s a natural.”

“I won’t Mom,” she promised. “Whatever they’ll face, I’ll be there, whatever happens.”

“Let me get this straight,” Logan said, pointing at first Yolonda and then Hannah. “You’re Peters and you’re Katz?”

“Yeah, the nose gives it away every time,” Hannah chuckled.

“That’s what I mean,” he protested. “You both have French, Jewish and … African features, yet you look nothing alike while looking … similar to each other too.”

“And that’s what you get from living with someone for too long,” Yolonda said, slapping him on the back. You’re just thrown because I’m much more French than negroid.”

“Mom!” Aiesha chided.

“That’s the name for it, as I’m neither African nor black, and only passingly negroid if you ignore the asinine American single drop of blood rule.”

“Yet the phrase is outdated, racist and worst of all, utterly American,” Aiesha insisted, raising both hands and sighing in surrender, facing her new boyfriend. “You just can’t win an argument with either of them.”

“We verbally spar with each other,” Hannah explained. “We keep trying to drag Ai along, but like her mom, she’s all emotion.”

“Then I’m sure we’ll get along,” he said grinning at the three women, “as I’m purely logical.”

“So,” Yolonda said, turning to consider him, “you’re both comfortable with this sharing of our daughter between you? This won’t cause any disruptions in your relationship?”

“No, we’ve discussed it,” Logan answered, “and though it’s a bit unusual, we’re fine with it. For whatever reason, we’re all on the same wavelength, and what one feels, we each seem to feel. It’s … hard to explain, but it works.”

“Besides, we’re hoping to break him out of his normal routine,” Leslie said before grinning at her brother. “If it were up to him, he’d never climb out of his shell. Hopefully, with us working together, we’ll finally get him to join the larger world.

“Except for his compliments,” she continued, hugging them both. “It takes a lot to get him to say anything at all. And it took us extensive work to get him to respond to Ai’s flirting.”

“Only because he was afraid of upsetting Leslie,” Ai explained.

“And while I’m handing out gifts,” he gave Hannah a small paper bag. “This is for you.”

Opening it, she looked up quizzically at him. “It looks like a rat’s nest of papers!”

“Hush, Mother,” Aiesha urged. “It’s his latest story. No one else has read it, including me, who keeps trying to steal a peek every opportunity I get. Let us know what you think, and then slip me a copy when you get a chance.”

“Oh, you’re a budding author?” Hannah said, raising a brow. “What do you write: fiction, non-fiction, biography, autobiographical?”

“Please, don’t start,” Leslie cautioned. “It was only because Ai sweet-talked him into getting second opinions that he’s even willing to risk this one small trial. Let him take a nibble before we spring the trap on him.”

“Believe me, receiving feedback from those you trust most is essential. While it’s sometimes biting, and often too sanitized to be truly meaningful, it’s how we know whether our words are worth the paper we print them on.”

“It’s actually science fiction. She mentioned how ‘writing what I know’ doesn’t mean focusing on what I’ve experienced myself but exploring what most excites me. Thus, I want her to see the things that make me passionate about the world.”

Hannah hugged her daughter. “Seems you picked up something from me after all, despite never having an inclination yourself.”

“Hey, you got me addicted to libraries, if I started writing I couldn’t read nearly as much. Pick a lane and stick with it, woman!”

“You can also see our parental skills,” Yolonda added, “from our daughter’s finesse and diplomacy.”

“Don’t fret, she can be sweet when she sets her mind to it, though I’m helping her learn to curse like a sailor.”

“Well, as long as she only does it while she’s on the high seas, I won’t object,” Hannah interjected. “It’s when she brings it home, and it comes back to haunt us that I’ll hold you accountable. Now, if she’d only swear in French like we do, then everyone would think it perfectly charming, which is how we get away with it.”

“Given how she swears when frustrated,” Yolonda continued, “You’d think we’ve sent her to a pirating academy.”

They settled down and ate, and Logan detailed who he was, why he was interested in their daughter and what he hoped to get from a relationship with her. But after a bit, Yolonda’s eyes unfocused several times as she stared off over Logan’s shoulder rather than maintaining eye contact. He was beginning to think he’d overstayed his welcome, when she stood, motioning him from the table towards the living room. “If you don’t mind, Logan, I’d like to check something out.”

“Uh, sure. What’s this about?” Curious, the others rose, following along.

She positioned him in the center of the room, backing up several feet and staring over his shoulder as her eyes glazed, shifting her head back and forth, never actually looking at him. He glanced around nervously as it was disconcerting.

“This is fascinating. Leslie, could you stand by your brother for a minute?”

She did and Yolonda went through the same actions. “And Aiesha, could you join them?” After she did, she waved her daughter forward. “Remember what I said about auras?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess.”

“Take a look at Logan and Leslie, remembering what I taught you and Hannah.”

She did. “Oh wow!”

“I see it too,” Hannah announced. “Normally I have trouble noticing them, but in this case, it’s easy to see.”

“What? What’s going on?” Logan surveyed the other faces as Leslie shrugged.

“Like many in the health field, I’m an empath. It means, to a certain extent, I’m not only able to feel a patient’s pain, but absorb it, relieving their discomfort.”

“And?” he pushed, suspecting there was more to the story, specifically concerning him.

“With the proper training, empaths can often detect auras, or the energy fields surrounding people. However, yours are unusual. Whenever you three stand together, or merely lean near each other, they brighten significantly. What’s more, they merge and overlap.”

“They really do,” Ai said, cocking her head at various angles.

“All right, what does that mean?” Leslie demanded.

“Auras overlapping aren’t unusual, but yours are notably different. I’m not sure, as I’ve never observed it before. Often, with twins, theirs mirror the others. They’ll be the same color, shine similarly and respond the same way to outside events. But I’ve never seen them glow so brightly or reflect each other this strongly.”

“So, what are ours doing?”

“Whenever you near one another, your auras become incredibly strong,” Hannah observed, coming around to join the others. “And as you get closer, they combine, becoming larger and brighter. What’s more, while yours have their own hue based on your personality, mood and excitement, you … share each other’s colors. There are tinges of white—which is rare—purple and blue.

“Normally, everyone has one overriding color at a time, with hints of the others’. In your case, when one gets angry, as you are Logan, each shows the same intense hot flashes while maintaining Ai’s calming pink and Leslie’s hot-tempered red. Heck, even this far away, Aiesha’s heart chakra is nearly as bright as Leslie’s root. It doesn’t seem to diminish much, even at this distance. Your shared aura diminishes, but the combined colors don’t. It’s almost like … like that science thing, where something in two separate locations share information, regardless of the distances involved.”

“You’re referring to a quantum entanglement, where two atoms joined in a black hole mirror each other’s status when separated.”

“When Ai brought Leslie over before, it never happened,” Yolonda explained, ignoring his informational tidbit. “Whatever’s going on, it seems to depend on Logan’s presence, yet you all contribute to it. What’s more, while you bring individual strengths into the relationship—and your auras—the others help to either mellow or highlight it. It’s … very peculiar!”

“Again, what does it entail?”

“Like Yolonda, I’m unsure,” Hannah said, “as I’m no expert at this. But it suggests you three are unusually close. I’m guessing you each drew Aiesha to you, and it’s no accident you’re together now.”

“I’ve got a friend who specializes in Energy Medicine,” Yolonda said, “so I’ll ask. Maybe they’ll know more.”

“So, it’s just a fluke with the light?”

“I wouldn’t dismiss it so readily, as it likely reflects how you relate. Essentially, not only are your auras similar to those of identical twins, when you’re together, you seem to absorb, modify and grow each other’s aura, strengthening their spirits.”

“Sorry, this is all over my head. I’m more of a facts and numbers guy,” Logan protested.

“So, it’s just a novelty. Like a party favor?” Leslie pressed.

“I don’t think so,” Aiesha said, once again joining them and locking arms with them.

“Wow!” Hannah said. “It’s almost too bright. I’m glad the lights are on, otherwise it might be blinding.”

“Try turning them off,” Yolonda suggested. When her wife did, she shielded her eyes, glancing away while blocking her view with her hand. “She’s right. With the lights off, and without any other illumination, I can make out the entire room from the reflected light. But the three of you are too intense for the naked eye.”

Hannah turned the overhead light back on. “This is strange. I’ve never heard of anything like this before.”

“But it isn’t dangerous, right?” Leslie voice trembled slightly.

“I’m sure it’s not, but it might affect others. But I’ll have to check to make sure.”

“This doesn’t impact my dating your daughter, does it?” Logan asked, clearly worried.

“Not at all. If anything, it means you’re likely better partners, but … this isn’t typical, so I’m unsure what it implies.”

He paused, biting his lip. “This wouldn’t affect physical things, does it? Say something solid, like a door?” Leslie turned, staring at him. They’d discussed the mystery with their locks. She glanced at Yolonda seeking answers.

She smiled. “That’s highly unlikely. Auras reflect your health and wellbeing, it may influence others, but usually only those empathic enough to pick up on it. Things like rocks and phones, it wouldn’t have any effect.”

“Well then, as long as it doesn’t keep us apart, or piss either of you off, I’m fine with it. As they say: see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. If it doesn’t harm us, then it’s not worth getting upset over.”

“I hope you’re right,” Aiesha said, not quite convinced.

3: Strange Occurences

In all the land there is only one you,

possibly two, but seldom more than sixteen.

Amy Sedaris

After school, Logan and Aiesha headed to the weekly GLA meeting, walking against the departing crowds, when a large student stalked down the hall. He scowled as everyone struggled to get out of his way, which was difficult given the still crowded hallways.

“That’s Roger Ales,” Logan said as they too stepped aside. “He and I have an unfortunate history.”

“Yeah, you and everybody in the school. He’s a known bully who doesn’t care whether he gets suspended, even though he’s a senior. Everyone’s terrified of him.” But as he passed, obviously focused on his destination, he didn’t give anyone a glance. Though anybody who didn’t get clear, he rammed with his shoulder, knocking them, their books and papers to the floor—further impeding traffic.

“Well, survived another day,” Logan said. “Guess he’s after someone else today.”

“Have you ever gotten into a fight?” she asked as they resumed walking.

“No. He took offense when I didn’t immediately capitulate and made a few snide comments.”

“Probably not a smart move.”

“True, but he only gets away with that behavior because everyone lets him and his friends walk all over them. He’s not a fan, but he leaves me alone.”

“For the moment. If he’s already watching you, it likely won’t take much before he starts something.”

Logan shrugged. “Let ’em, I still won’t back down, for the same reason.”

She glanced at him. “I don’t know whether to admire you for your blind courage or pity you.” She paused, looking at him again. “This isn’t another Asperger’s thing, is it?”

“No, or at least it’s not one I’ve heard of. I don’t think anyone’s ever cataloged them before, but whenever I get talking to another aspie, we usually find some new commonality. But what’s the worst he can do, hit me? I’ll live, but I’ll definitely let him know I’m no pushover. Bullies are essentially cowards, attacking those too terrified to fight back.”

“Yeah, but they grow braver when they have a crew of cronies backing them up.”

“Still, I’d rather take a punch or two than fold to a creep like him. It’s too expensive surrendering my morals for something so insignificant.”

“Well, be sure to call when it happens, and I’ll help revive you—or phone 911.”

“So, what do you think your mothers’ expert will say tonight?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been wondering about it all day. Hopefully they’ll shed more light on what’s occurring. I dislike not knowing what’s happening. I knew there was a reason I was attracted to you and Leslie. However, it took a long time to get close to either of you, where I knew I belonged. With luck, we’ll finally find out why tonight.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. Your mother didn’t know. Apparently, what we share is far from common, and I doubt anyone knows about it.”

“We’ll see,” she cautioned. “If nothing else, maybe we’ll pick up a few more clues.”

“Here it is,” he said, steering her towards a classroom on the left. They entered, and as expected there weren’t a lot of students, only five in total, other than them. Aiesha recognized the group’s leader, her English teacher, Miss Anne Leicher, a short blond in jeans and a rainbow t-shirt. They nodded at each other, as the instructor glanced around.

“It looks like this is everyone today, though we’ve gained two new members. Are you just visiting, or can we expect to see you again?”

Both stood. “I’m Logan and this is Aiesha, my girlfriend, but we’re planning to attend for a while.”

“Good, we don’t ask anyone to state their preferences, though occasionally someone will speak about their personal experiences. If it’s an issue, talk to me, otherwise everyone’s welcome. We always appreciate the support.”

“That’s what we hoped,” Ai acknowledged, as they sat again.

After a few moments, Ai nudged Logan, indicating a small Oriental girl sitting across from them, studying them rather than listening to the current speaker.

“Pay attention to her,” she urged, leaning in and whispering so they wouldn’t distract the group. “We’ll want to talk with her.”

He glanced at her and the girl’s eyes dropped as she blushed, but she immediately looked back up, meeting and maintaining his gaze. He grinned and turned back to Aiesha. “Why?”

“Trust me, we need to,” she assured him. “It’s the same feeling I got with both you and Leslie.”

He reconsidered the petite girl, and she was still observing them, blushing slightly when their eyes met, but she never broke eye contact. He smiled back and winked.

“Okay, this might be interesting. Just let her know it wasn’t my idea.”

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” she said as she squeezed his thigh as they gazed at the new girl.

Aside from a review of upcoming events, it was mostly status updates, since the others were regulars. A couple discussed recent problems—mostly with their parents or friends, and they offered encouragement or suggestions, but it was a relatively short meeting.

Once it ended, the members talked to their pals, though most also stopped to introduce themselves again. No one asked any personal questions besides their grade or inquiring about shared classes. But the girl they’d been watching waited for the others to finish before she approached.

“Pardon me, I’m Jie Gai. I couldn’t help noticing you.” She hesitated, glancing between them. “I’m not sure why, but I felt I needed to speak to you, and I’d definitely like to reconnect and talk later.”

Logan and Aiesha looked at each other, before he spoke. “Uh, we weren’t here to hook-up with anyone, but we may have a clue why you’re drawn to us. If it’s not exclusively because we’re both so cute,” he teased, winking at her. “We have someone you’d like to meet. A few people in fact: our girlfriend and Ai’s parents. We’d explain, but this is something which is better experienced than explained.”

Jie was relatively short, with shoulder length straight black hair, smooth skin, a bright smile and straightforward demeanor. She was thin and wore a green top with blue jeans, holding a similarly colored jacket over her arm. Best of all, she had the cutest upturned button nose, and absolutely delightful dimples. She nodded, as if his statements made a lick of sense.

“Sure, I’d like that, especially since asking me to meet your parents reveals a great deal of trust and interest. I’d be honored.”

“Good, however, you’ll need to call yours. This morning Ai’s Mom informed us an expert is stopping by who’ll hopefully shed some light on the subject over dinner. So, if it’s affecting you, you’ll definitely want to hear what she has to say. If you can’t make it, we’ll reschedule before she leaves. We’d also like to introduce you to our … partner, who’ll certainly want to talk.”

“Tell them some friends asked you to meet their parents,” Aiesha suggested, “and that it’s important. I’ll give you our number so they can check with mine first.”

“If I tell them someone in the gay/straight alliance wants me to meet their family, mine will make the correct assumptions. They were beginning to think this whole bisexual bit was a ploy to avoid dating anyone at all. It won’t be a problem as they’ll be relieved, though they’ll expect to meet you too.”

“Would you like to talk as we head out?” Logan asked. “We can provide a lift home, if it helps.”

“Sure, I’d appreciate it, though I have my own car.”

“So, Jie,” Logan said as they headed out, “tell us about yourself. What grade are you in?”

“Hold on,” she said as she pulled her cellphone out and called her mother.

She answered after a few rings. “Mom? I met a wonderful couple. In fact, it’s a threesome, and they want me to meet their parents. Do you mind if I skip dinner tonight?” Jie motioned to Ai, who provided her parent’s information, which she relayed.

“Thanks. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.” She listened for a few more moments. “Yeah, they’re willing to meet you too, just set a date. There are several people to coordinate schedules with. We’ll talk later. Bye.”

“That’s an understanding mother, even by Ai’s standards,” Logan noted.

“Now, as we were saying,” she continued after putting her phone away. “I’m a Junior, with an interest in the arts and an avid reader. I’m not much into most organized sports, but I love hiking and the usual long walks in the rain.” She grinned cheekily at her joke. “How about you?”

“Show her your sketchbook,” Ai suggested.

He paused, then pulled it from his back pocket and handed it to her.

“Ah, you discern and appreciate quality materials,” she said, not even opening it. “Archival, acid-free paper that’ll accept both pen and watercolor without disintegrating.” She opened and paged through it, studying each before moving to the next.

“Nice! I especially like your single-line drawings, it shows a real attention to detail and an ability to see and accentuate details others miss.”

“Which are those?” Aiesha asked.

She turned back to a particular one and showed it to them both. “See how the entire piece is constructed with a series of interconnecting lines. It starts with the figure on the left,” she traced the line without touching the page. “And transfers to the one on the right, then follows his clothes into the woman in the background. The tree lines flow into the individual leaves, transforming into the car, to the hood and then the larger window frame.”

“Those represent the eye’s motion,” Logan said. “Most people assume we see a giant picture of the world all the time, but it’s not how the eyes function. Instead, the eyes are continually shifting, focusing on one detail, then another and then another to compile the total image. This captures how they operate, jumping from one item to another to form a complete picture.”

“Another sign of a knowledgeable artist.” Jie grinned, studying him with a new appreciation. “You’ve not only studied this, you’ve created your own, unique artistic style. It will help if you ever want to show in a gallery. I’m assuming you’ve already researched other artists’ works supporting this particular school.”

Logan grinned; pleased someone finally recognized the effort he poured into his work. “As much as I can, without undertaking a detailed research project on it.”

“Wait,” Ai said, “why didn’t you explain this to me? It’s fascinating!”

“I’ve been told it’s best to not talk about my art too much at any given time. It’s seen as bragging. But if someone’s interested and asks, then you give them the additional details, providing just enough to keep them curious without overwhelming them.”

“That would be Leslie,” Aiesha informed Jie. “She’s a bit overprotective, which sometimes hurts as much as it helps. She actually told him never to dance in public because it looks weird!”

“I have a few autistic traits,” he explained.

“And this Leslie, she’s your partner?”

“Well, it’s a gray area,” Ai clarified. “She’s my girlfriend, and he’s my boyfriend, so technically, they share me between them.”

“Hey,” she said, raising her hands. “Whatever floats your boat.”

“Officially, I’m ambisexual, though I definitely have a hetro slant. His sister Leslie is a confirmed lesbian, and thinks he’s missing certain vital parts while having several nonessentials dangling in the wrong places.”

“Wait, they’re siblings?” Logan nodded “Boy this, gets more interesting all the time.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, what about you?” she pressed.

“I’m definitely bisexual, but I’ve been waiting, not wanting to date one or the other and then having someone freak when they discover I prefer both. I’ve … been looking for compatible bi-couple before getting involved with anyone.”

“So, we cover a whole sexuality gambit,” he observed.

“Just how open is your sister?” Jie grinned at the idea.

“She says she’s willing to play where he’s concerned, but I’m not sure it’s wise to push her on it,” Aiesha said.

“She’s also still in the closet,” he cautioned, “due to her friends already being a bit leery of her. So please, be careful what you say to her.”

“You should bring it up at the next meeting, as that’s what it’s for. A lot of people have similar problems, so they’ll relate and offer useful suggestions. It’ll help everyone.”

“I’ll have to do that. Leslie’s considering attending, though she hasn’t actually decided to yet.”

“It sounds a little lopsided,” Jie observed. “You’re carrying the entire load, Ai, while Logan and Leslie are basically afraid of each other. It’s not a solid dynamic, though … I could potentially ease the strain,” she said, smirking. “Everyone knows two-couple foursomes are more stable than a threesome. And tell your sister not to worry, anything said in our group is confidential and they won’t repeat it.”

“Even newcomers like us?” Logan said. “No one told us anything when we walked in.”

“We arrived as a couple,” Aiesha pointed out, “and Miss Leicher knows about my Moms. She knows we’re safe.”

“Moms? Like a biological mother and a stepparent?”

“No, I have two lesbian mothers and no father, so I was raised in a non-binary environment.”

“And you both keep getting more and more fascinating.” She halted. “So, is the dinner tonight at your house?”

“It sure is, since we’d rather not spill anything at ours,” Logan specified, grinning.

“I was wondering how much longer you’d be,” Leslie said when they reached their car. “Who’s the new girl?”

“Leslie, this is Jie Gai,” Logan said. “She felt ‘drawn’ to us and seems like a natural fit. Ai’s called her moms, so she’s coming to dinner with us.”

Leslie took a moment to size her up. “Cute and I can easily take her in a fight. I love her already.” She kissed her cheek. “We’re running late. Climb in and we’ll talk in the car.”

The door opened almost immediately when Aiesha rang the bell. Yolonda leaned in, hugging her. “We’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Please, come in. We’re looking forward to meeting your new friend.”

“It won’t screw up dinner will it?” she asked. “It was a little last-minute.”

Her mother waved her hand, motioning everyone in. “That’s never a problem. Any friend of yours is always welcome. It just means a few less leftovers.”

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