His pentacle said “ESOL” on the back. Mirrored, it read “lose.” He placed mine around my neck. Turning it over, I saw the word, “EVOL.” It was perfect.
He leaned in toward my face. “I was of Lou, and now you are of me.” Then he pressed his lips against mine.
I can’t remember what we did with my necklace. Did I give it to Erica to hold? Maybe we buried it out by the tree. The property near Apple Hill? My step-mom had ran out there while we were in Reno last. Maybe she was looking for it or talking to someone about this.
I found his online. The bid went up over $200. I couldn’t go any higher. As it was, I lost the photo album for almost $250, but something happened and it came back up.