In New Hampshire, our sessions bordered on simple curiosity; we'd described it as a parlor game, but with each new revelation another level of gravity descended over us like a snow-melt fog. Frankly, it was scary. None of us would admit it out loud, but each harbored the same thought. Could Howie really see scenes from the past? No, of course not. We all know that was impossible.
As a group, we were well satisfied with our two day results but we knew we'd just begun exploring this bizarre happening. Now, with Quinn's interest piqued, we were a committed pack of five dedicated to seek answers, wherever they might lie. Howie continued to look to us for direction while remaining adamant we exclude so much as mention of what we were doing to anyone outside our group.
As eager as Betsy and I were to pursue our testing, we were out to the picture for several weeks. Our wedding definitely took priority.
We would marry in Iowa and honeymoon on a seven day Caribbean cruise. My parents, now residing in Florida, would attend the ceremony along with my older brother and his family who would fly in from Seattle, Oregon. Both Martha and Quinn would also attend. A last minute invitation was given to Howie. We mutually agreed the subject of our tests was verboten until we were able to get together again in three weeks hence. Howie was to remain in Massachusetts, at least for a few more days, working with Quinn and Martha. Howie, ever hyper about the security of our endeavors, forbid our even discussing any interim results by phone, thereby leaving us in the dark. It was nerve wracking not to know what was happening. My only hint occurred during a dance with Martha at our wedding reception. She whispered in my ear, you won't believe it.
Massachusetts. New England in the fall! It's utterly delightful with all the little school children scurrying about. But there's a chill in the air and they'll be going indoors. I'd better move my hunt further south when I've cleaned up my business and finished here.