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I have a Mac Mini. It makes an adorable little sound when you feed it CDs. I can translate Mac to English.

“Feed me more CDs,” it says to me. (Stolen from Tom Waits.)

The CD she gave me goes into the Mac Mini. I’m half-expecting the thing to explode. It whirs. It says hello to the mysterious CD. Then, in my menu, my Mac Mini tells me I can read it.

There’s a .txt file and a .doc file there. The .txt file says, “Read me first.” I double click.

The document has four words and an e-mail address. That’s it. It’s a code. I know it. I decipher it in a heartbeat.

I close that and look at the .doc file. I know why she thought she needed my permission. But, she doesn’t. Not really. I stole it from Alex.

Double-click on the .doc. I read through it. When I’m done, I find myself smiling.

I open my e-mail and type in the address. I include only one word.

Yes.

She was seated next to the “New Age” section, her shoes beside her bare feet.

“I got this for you,” she said, showing me what she was reading, using the receipt as a bookmark. The Magus of Freemasonry. “I thought it was appropriate.”

“What are you listening to?” I asked her.

She looked down at her iPod. “Swordfishtrombone,” she said. She sang along.

and he holed up in a room above a  hardware store
cryin' nothing there but Hollywood tears
and he put a spell on some
poor little Crutchfield girl
and stayed like that for 27 years

I sat down. She took a sip. “You want anything?” she asked. I shook my head.

She put the book down, slid it across the little table to me. I picked it up. It felt heavy. I looked inside, found a CD.

“I’d like you to look at this,” she said, a wink ready at any moment.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Something that requires your permission,” she told me. Then, she stood, gathered her drink and her iPod. “Let me know,” she said.

I watched her leave. The long, black skirt that I like. Then, she turned, came back. “Forgot my shoes,” she said. Picking them up, watching me watch her.

In more ways than one. This in my Inbox:

Lord Strange,

Meet me tonight at (Ed: location omitted).

9:00 PM sharp.

Regarding a mutual interest.

Wear your magician. You will need it.

Warmly,

VRD,
The Lady Fate