Ian looked up from his computer. "Oh... I didn't know you two were going to be back so quickly." He self-consciously slid his empty beer bottle below the table. "Ian, we've been gone for

“Why.” “Why?" I asked, exasperated. "There is no why. There has never been a why. That is the entire point." “Let's keep moving, mi amiga. It's getting cold and it will be dark soon. And

It was only recently, relatively speaking, that I became aware again of the role belief once played in my existence. Indeed my habits of thought had been so fluid for so long, had become so antithetical