Christmas Magick

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=90 BGCOLOR="#CC9900" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="047005a0dwnjzk.gif"> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Cassies Writing"><U><B>home</B></U></A><B>     | </B><B> </B><B> </B><B>  </B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FFCC66" FACE="Arial" ><B>Cassie's Writing</B></FONT></div> <div> <A HREF="id87.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="All Hallows Eve"><U><B>All Hallows' Eve</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id88.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Fall Camoflage"><U><B>Fall Camoflage</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id89.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Puzzle Pieces: Cyrus"><U><B>Puzzle Pieces:  Cyrus</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id90.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Puzzle Pieces: Roxanne"><U><B>Puzzle Pieces:  Roxanne</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id91.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Puzzle Pieces: Claude"><U><B>Puzzle Pieces:  Claude</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><B>Christmas Magick</B><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id93.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Puzzle Pieces: Maggie"><U><B>Puzzle Pieces:  Maggie</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id94.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Winters Deep Freeze"><U><B>Winter's Deep Freeze</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id95.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Puzzle Pieces: Sabrina"><U><B>Puzzle Pieces:  Sabrina</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id96.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Frostbite"><U><B>Frostbite</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id97.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Puzzle Pieces: The Collins Family"><U><B>Puzzle Pieces:  The Collins Family</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id98.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Biding Time in Purgatory"><U><B>Biding Time in Purgatory</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id99.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Puzzle Pieces: Quentin"><U><B>Puzzle Pieces:  Quentin</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id100.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Family Secrets"><U><B>Family Secrets</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id102.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Vortex"><U><B>Vortex</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id101.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Spring Whirlwind"><U><B>Spring Whirlwind</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id103.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Den of Vipers"><U><B>Den of Vipers</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id104.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Puzzle Pieces: Angelique"><U><B>Puzzle Pieces:  Angelique</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id105.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Converging Forces"><U><B>Converging Forces</B></U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id106.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Flames of Purification"><U><B>Flames of Purification</B></U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id85.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Adam in Parallel Time"><U><B>Adam in Parallel Time</B></U></A></div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" width=210 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <B>Christmas Magick</B></div> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=390 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> Christmas was coming!  There was snow on the ground and a feeling of good will among everyone Adam chanced to meet.  Patients who normally were at each other's throats were behaving civilly.  Adam liked this Christmas "spirit" and wished it would last the whole year through.  This was the first year of his existence that he genuinely enjoyed the season.  He had good reason to, now: he had real, true friends. </div> <div> Last night, Roxanne had watched television with him.  There were some good Christmas shows on.  There was a cartoon called "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." Adam had been horrified at the cruelty of the Grinch and was relieved at his redemption at the end of the movie. That was followed by "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and then "Miracle on 34th Street." </div> <div> Adam knew that Christmas was the celebration of Jesus' birth--he'd read that in the New Testament of the Bible Cyrus had given him. "Who is Santa Claus?" he asked Roxanne. "Where did he come from?  He wasn't in the Bible." </div> <div> Roxanne was always kind. She never laughed at his questions, no matter how silly they were. She told him all about Santa Claus--that the legend of Santa really did originate with the birth of the baby in Bethlehem.  Roxanne also told him about the different types of Santa in the world. In England, Roxanne explained, Santa was called Father Christmas. In other places and in other times, he was also called St. Nicholas or Kris Kringle.  Kris Kringle--that's what the man in the movie had called himself. </div> <div> That strange man Roxanne called Claude had reappeared.  He'd stayed away for a while after Adam and Roxanne both told him to go away.  Adam noticed him when he pulled the shades down as the sun set.  He just stood on the corner across the street, looking toward the house.  Adam was furious.  He wanted to take the man by the throat and choke him.  </div> <div> Once he had gotten within a few feet of the man and every instinct in his body had shouted out:  <I>NO! Stay away!</I>  The man was powerful in some way, even though he didn't appear to be.  Frustrated, Adam had shouted a warning to Claude but kept his distance.  <I>Why does he follow Roxanne?</I>  he worried.  When the movie was over, he asked Roxanne to stay with him and she accepted.  He was relieved.  Not only did he want to be with her, he wanted to protect her from that strange man standing out there in the dark.  He wished Roxanne would tell him why the strange man kept following her, but she seemed reluctant to discuss him at all. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> Cyrus Longworth was confounded by a serious dilemma.  He felt irritable as he drove to Adam's cottage, trying to think of a solution to his problem. Sabrina wanted to go to New York City and see the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. She wanted to make arrangements for them to stay at a hotel and to buy tickets for the show.  She wanted to go ice-skating there, too-she loved to skate.  </div> <div> Cyrus thought he would have enjoyed all this too, except for one little problem-Sabrina wanted them to stay together in the hotel.  She wanted them to sleep in the same bed and-"do it."  It was a repulsive idea-the act was messy, noisy, undignified, and, well, downright sinful. They weren't married! </div> <div> Ever since he'd given Stokes Roxanne's number and address he'd managed to stay away from the strange mixture he'd concocted.  He'd made himself a promise, and he was trying oh so hard to keep it.  It was difficult, though, and he felt his tension growing.  He'd made some more of the mixture for Adam.  Since Adam's need had steadily been decreasing, he'd put aside more and more for himself "in case."  In case of what was an issue Cyrus didn't want to think about.  </div> <div> He was on his way to deliver the liquid to Adam.  He also had the name of a doctor-a plastic surgeon he'd talked to about Adam-and wanted to ask first before he made arrangements for his new friend's surgery. </div> <div> <I>Ah!</I>  Cyrus had a sudden thought. His colleague was affiliated with the New York University Medical Center.  <I>I'll bet I could get him to fit Adam in and he could join us on our trip to New York!</I>  Cyrus began to feel pleased with himself.  Yes-with Adam along, Sabrina couldn't possibly insist on a room alone with him.  She'd have to accept a suite with adjoining bedrooms!  Cyrus congratulated himself on his cleverness right up to the moment he knocked at Adam's door and was greeted by Roxanne. </div> <div> <I>No,</I> he thought morosely, <I>it'll never work</I>.  Adam would ask to bring Roxanne-and as much as he disapproved, he knew that Adam and Roxanne were practically cohabiting.  <I>She might as well move her things in her and live here full time</I>, he thought, feeling a little resentful. Roxanne was confused by the expression on his face.  </div> <div> "Good morning-are you feeling well? You look pale!"  she exclaimed, admitting him to the cottage. </div> <div> <I>What are you doing here?</I>  He wanted to demand.  <I>Don't you know you should not do this without the sanctity of marriage?  </I>Of course, he couldn't-it was not his business.  "Yes, yes, I'm afraid I've developed a headache," he complained, sounding like a fussy elder rather than the young man he was. </div> <div> "Oh, I'm so sorry, Dr. Longworth," Roxanne said softly.  "Please do sit down and I'll get you some aspirin." </div> <div> Cyrus complied, distressed.  <I>Oh, dear, she even knows where that is!</I>  He thought to himself, dispiritedly. </div> <div> Adam came in, delighted as always to see his friend. "Dr. Cyrus! I am pleased you came to visit today! I heard-your head is hurting?" </div> <div> "Yes, well, your-er, friend, is getting me something for it, Adam," Cyrus answered.  He felt a little better.  There was something about the genuineness kindness of this man that made him feel at peace with himself.  He couldn't quite put his finger on it-it was difficult to grasp because based on everything Adam had claimed, he was no real mortal man at all.  He was a <I>being</I>, pieced together from the parts of other men.  "How are you?"</div> <div> "Fine, as always, Dr. Cyrus.  I have learned about Christmas."  Adam was pleased with himself.  "I have read all four gospels and read about the Christ child, as you suggested.  I do not understand why a powerful king like Herod would be afraid of a baby." </div> <div> "Ah! Yes, well, that would be because he knew that that baby would grow up and be the Savior of the people in captivity-the Jewish people, I mean.  Initially, that is. And when Christianity spread, gentiles were converted, too." </div> <div> "Perhaps King Herod should have been more accepting and less afraid," Adam commented.  "People would not have noticed Jesus as much." </div> <div> "Very astute," Cyrus exclaimed, impressed.  "Tell me, Adam, what else are you reading now?"  Ever since he'd introduced Adam to the public library only a few weeks ago, he'd been amazed at the enormous amount and types of books Adam read. </div> <div> "I am trying to learn about the Christmas spirit," his friend replied.  "I have been reading <I><B>A Christmas Carol</B></I>.  It does not seem to have much to do with the spirit of Christmas.  Mr. Scrooge is a very unpleasant man." </div> <div> "What part are you up to?" </div> <div> "The ghost of his partner has just warned him he will be visited by three spirits, and now Mr. Scrooge is asleep." </div> <div> "You know, Adam, often stories are told in a way that we learn lessons from them," Cyrus explained. "I think you will see shortly what this book has to do with the Christmas spirit." </div> <div> "I hope so-it is not a very happy book. I was expecting it to be so-the title suggests it." </div> <div> "Ah! That is the irony of it, Adam!" </div> <div> "Irony? That which is the opposite of what is expected?" </div> <div> "Splendid! Indeed, yes, Adam!"  This time, Cyrus clapped his hand on Adam's knee in excited approval.  Then, as if he realized that he was touching someone, he gingerly withdrew his hand.  His excitement did not abate, however. Adam had proven to be a very fast learner and so, in addition to suggesting books, Cyrus had also been working on building his vocabulary. </div> <div> Adam smiled, pleased, because Dr. Cyrus was so happy.  Many times, he sensed his friend was in torment and wished he knew how to help. He was glad he could provide some small measure of relief.  "Roxanne has explained the Santa Claus tradition, too."  He saw a dark expression momentarily cloud Dr. Cyrus' face and wondered at it.  "I realize this is just a child's story," he added, wondering if that was what was wrong.  Even though Dr. Cyrus downplayed his beliefs, Adam knew that he had a strong belief in the Bible. </div> <div> Cyrus' expression cleared. "Oh, it is much more than a child's story, Adam.  Perhaps people are a little more concerned with Santa Claus than they should be, but the spirit behind Santa Claus is good and pure."  <I>Not like me</I>, he thought. </div> <div> "Then do you believe in Santa Claus?"  Adam asked, puzzled, sensing the conflicting emotions Cyrus was feeling. </div> <div> "In a way," Cyrus answered.  "I believe in Santa in the same way I believe in love for fellow man, caring for people in needs, and giving of myself whatever and whenever I can." </div> <div> "So you are not like Mr. Scrooge at all!" </div> <div> Cyrus smiled.  "Don't give up on Mr. Scrooge yet.  By the way, I have some news for you.  Do you remember I told you of a doctor who could help remove your facial and body scars?"  Roxanne slipped in silently with a glass of water and some aspirin for Cyrus.  She sat down next to Adam and took his hand in hers.  Cyrus tried very hard not to react. </div> <div> "Yes, I remember. You've talked with him?" Adam's voice became excited with anticipation. </div> <div> "Yes. His name is Dr. Mark Hargrove, and he is a very good surgeon." </div> <div> "Surgeon?" Adam frowned as if the idea was distasteful.  "They would need to operate?" </div> <div> "Possibly-we'd need to go see him and find out." </div> <div> "How would an operation remove Adam's scars?"  Roxanne asked. </div> <div> "Well, you see, if it was necessary, Dr. Hargrove could remove the skin tissue and then bring all the flaps of skin together." </div> <div> "Wouldn't that make another scar?" Adam asked. </div> <div> "Yes, but it would not nearly be the type you have now.  Adam, there is no procedure they can do which will remove the scars totally.  But there are many different options-many different things they can do to lessen the scars.  They would be there, but people wouldn't notice." </div> <div> "I see." Adam thought hard, and then nodded.  He trusted Dr. Cyrus. </div> <div> "Good!" Cyrus exclaimed. "Why don't I make an appointment for us to go next week then? Or the week after?" </div> <div> "The week after is Christmas," Roxanne said.  She and Adam looked at each other. </div> <div> "Well, the doctor won't do anything before Christmas, certainly.  He'll just examine you, Adam. He'll tell you what he thinks is best and then after Christmas-say!  I have an idea!"  Cyrus felt guilty about lying, but he did it anyway, speaking as if this idea had just occurred to him. "Adam, Dr. Hargrove is at the New York University Medical Center-in New York City.  Sabrina and I were talking about going there next week anyway-to Radio City Music Hall." </div> <div> "Oh, to see the Rockettes! What a wonderful idea!" </div> <div> "Who are they?" Adam asked. </div> <div> "Oh, they're ice dancers, and the put on the most wonderful shows at Rockefeller Center-near the Christmas tree." </div> <div> "Have you ever seen it, Roxanne?" </div> <div> "A long time ago-when I was a little girl." </div> <div> She sounded so wistful, Cyrus found himself asking, "Would you like to go, too, Roxanne?"  He cursed himself . He'd just made things worse instead of better. </div> <div> "Where would we stay?" Adam asked. </div> <div> "Oh, I'll get us a suite of rooms," Cyrus replied.  <I>Now what am I going to do?</I> </div> <div> "You would pay for us, too?" Adam sounded touched, and Cyrus got hold of himself enough to smile at Adam, blushing.  "You are very kind, Dr. Cyrus.  If only you believed it yourself."  Adam looked surprised at himself, and Cyrus blanched. "I'm sorry," Adam mumbled, confused and embarrassed. </div> <div> "No, no, it's quite all right," Cyrus muttered, sounding confused and embarrassed himself. He stood up.  "I really must be going now.  I want to call Dr. Hargrove.  I'll call you and let you know when we'll be going, Adam." </div> <div> "Today is Sunday.  Does Dr. Hargrove work on Sunday?" </div> <div> Cyrus smiled.  "No, but I know where to find him."  He shook hands with Adam in parting and said goodbye to Roxanne.  He got into his little Volkswagen and pointed it back toward Collinsport.  <I>What did Adam mean by that?</I>  He wondered.  <I>He has no precognitive powers that I am aware of.</I>  Feeling mildly disturbed, he started the car and slowly moved off, not noticing the slight man standing on the corner across the street from the house. </div> <bR> <div> Claude North watched Cyrus leave, smiling bitterly at the confused swirl of emotions radiating from the young man.  <I>You would think a smart man like him would know better-especially a doctor!</I>  Claude thought with contempt.  <I>He should have listened to me-he should have killed those miserable examples of Christians like I told him to in school.  Now he is going to pay and pay and pay, and it's not even the poor bastard's fault!</I>  He shrugged. He'd tried to help Cyrus-was it his fault his advice had been rejected and scorned? </div> <div> New York City-and Radio City Music Hall!  This would be a fine diversion. He was sure that Adam would not leave Roxanne's side for a moment; still amidst all those crowds of people, Claude could observe them at his leisure.  He knew the way of doctors-this specialist would look at the monster and then schedule some kind of elective procedure for January.  Another month, then-and then he would have his Roxanne back.  She would be safely out of the creature's hands until he went away.  If he would not go voluntarily, then Claude would make him go.  Somehow, he would do it-and then he would reclaim his Roxanne.  There was nothing more to be learned today, he decided, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his overcoat.  He turned to go, but he would be back again. </div> <bR> <div> As Cyrus puttered along, a new idea came to him.  Quentin might be able to help him.  He knew how Quentin felt about the holidays and thought he could help his friend-while getting help at the very same time!  Again, he congratulated himself on his cleverness and drove toward Collinwood instead of home.  </div> <div> He parked his car and nearly skipped to the door, rapping sharply.  His good feelings nearly dissipated when he saw Trask's dour expression as he opened the door and admitted the doctor.  "Well, I must say you're looking exceptionally cheerful today, Trask," Cyrus commented jokingly.  He'd come to expect perpetual gloom and doom from Hoffman, but not from Trask.  Trask could be depended on for the occasional joke or bit of gossip. </div> <div> "Dr. Longworth, it is not a pleasure to be in the house today," Trask muttered. </div> <div> "What on earth is wrong?" Cyrus wondered. "I would think that everyone would be filled with the holiday spirit!" </div> <div> Trask gave him a <I>you-must-be-joking </I>expression.  He sighed heavily. "Perhaps if Mrs. Collins hadn't died so recently …" </div> <div> "Ah, yes, of course," Cyrus mumbled hastily, embarrassed.  <I>But of course</I>, he thought to himself.  <I>The only one who would be cheerful would be Elizabeth, I suppose, and possibly the Loomises</I>.  Daniel, of course, would be grieving for his mother.  Quentin was probably still feeling guilty, and Roger-well, Angelique had had some strange hold over Roger.  "Where is Quentin?" </div> <div> "I'll show you to the study," Trask answered morosely.  "He is not in a good mood, Dr. Longworth.  He's had a terrible quarrel with his cousin Roger, and I had to stop them from striking each other." </div> <div> "Oh dear," Cyrus tsk tsked, genuinely concerned. </div> <div> "Perhaps you can talk some sense into Mr. Collins," Trask said hopefully. "He's been so-difficult."  They stopped outside the door to the study and Trask knocked tentatively. </div> <div> "What the hell do you want now?" Quentin shouted through the door. </div> <div> Trask raised his eyebrows at Cyrus and gave him a <I>you see what I mean</I> look.  He cleared his throat and announced hesitantly, "Dr. Longworth is here to see you, sir." </div> <div> "Why the hell didn't you say so?" Quentin barked.  The door was unlatched and pulled open.  Quentin leaned in the doorway, looking disheveled and smelling of whiskey. "All right, Trask, run along!"  he said in a somewhat nasty tone, slurring his words a little.</div> <div> Quentin backed away from the door and turned back to the liquor cabinet. Cyrus was surprised-he didn't know that Quentin kept whiskey here, too.  "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, Cyrus!" Quentin exclaimed bitterly.  "Can I get you a drink?" </div> <div> "No, I uh, actually-" Cyrus began.  He stopped, uncomfortable.  He was concerned that Quentin might blurt out something incriminating while he was drunk.  This was his best friend-really, the only true friend he'd had until Adam came along.  He didn't want anything to happen to him-not even if he was guilty of Angelique's murder.  "Trask told me about the fight," he said quietly, hoping it would encourage Quentin to talk. </div> <div> Quentin glared at him and then dropped into one of the stuffed chairs, staring blankly ahead.  He picked up his half-filled glass and took a drink from it.  "Help yourself whenever you decide you're going to join me," he said. </div> <div> Cyrus sat in the chair next to Quentin.  "Well, I'm sorry things aren't going well, Quentin." </div> <div> Quentin waved his hand dismissively.  "Oh, you know-same old shit, different day." </div> <div> "How are things going with Maggie Evans?"  Cyrus asked to change the subject.  As the expression on his friend's face changed, he felt a little alarmed.  "That's not what caused the quarrel?" </div> <div> Quentin gave him a conspiratorial wink and put his finger over his lips.  "Ssh, Cyrus, don't mention her name here.  I don't want this place to sully her image."  He sighed.  "No, it wasn't that.  They don't know about her-I didn't think it was anybody's business."  He left unspoken the belief that it would just cause more bitter feelings between himself and the relatives he'd been forced on.  "Look, he was just begging for more money and we got into it because I don't appreciate him smuggling his little friends into the house.  It's a bad example for Daniel." </div> <div> "Ah," Cyrus said, understanding.  Elizabeth and Roger, both passed over by their father, were bitter and resentful toward Quentin.  They cut him whenever possible but, because he held the purse strings, they also had to curb the things they said to his face.  Cyrus knew everything they said behind his back, and so did Quentin.  "So Roger has a new love interest?"  He felt a stirring curiosity, especially when it came to Roger's sexual habits.  The curious fascination he had came from the fact that here at last was someone more sinful than he was. </div> <div> "I don't care who he fucks or who fucks him, but not in the same wing Daniel sleeps in!"  Quentin exclaimed, his face flushing with hot anger.  "The bastard!  Yes, he's my elder, but he's not my better!" </div> <div> Watching his friend's face change, Cyrus said hastily, "Yes, yes, you're right of course, Quentin!"  As much as he wanted to hear more sordid details about Roger's affairs, he was anxious to forestall Quentin's temper tantrum.  He'd always had a volatile temper but over the last few weeks, Cyrus had been frightened by the intensity of Quentin's explosions of rage.  At those moments, it was if an irrational three-year-old possessed him.  Cyrus worried when he lost control of himself like that-Quentin became so unreasonable then.  "You could use a vacation from Collinwood, you know," he continued.  It might be a good idea to convince his friend to come to New York with him. </div> <div> He had Quentin's attention. "Yes, I'd love to get away.  You have something in mind?" </div> <div> "What do you have in mind for the week of Christmas?" </div> <div> Quentin rolled his eyes.  "Cyrus, you know it's just the same old routine around here.  You've got an idea-out with it!" </div> <div> "Well-you know I've been meaning to have Adam see Dr. Hargrove about his scars…"</div> <div> "Who? Oh, a plastic surgeon?" </div> <div> "Yes, a colleague of mine who has privileges at the University of New York Medical Center.  I thought I would arrange an initial appointment for Adam perhaps this Friday, the 19th or Monday the 22nd." </div> <div> "And?" Quentin asked, wondering what all this had to do with him. </div> <div> "Well, ah, Sabrina wanted to go to New York City to see the Rockettes, and I thought that since we were going, we'd take Adam, and then I invited Roxanne …"</div> <div> Now Quentin understood.  He brightened considerably.  "The Rockettes?"  He thought.  "Where are you staying? The Waldorf?" </div> <div> "There or another hotel if there's no accommodations." </div> <div> "I wonder what Maggie is doing?"  Quentin wondered.  "I think Daniel would enjoy the trip, too." </div> <div> Cyrus did some quick figuring in his head.  Actually, this would work better than he thought.  Quentin and Maggie wouldn't stay together in the same room-not with Daniel along.  Perhaps he could book a room for Adam and Roxanne separately.  He and Sabrina could share the suite with Quentin, Maggie, and Daniel.  Knowing how Quentin felt about Daniel's sensibilities, he was sure he could persuade Sabrina to share a room with Maggie.  "Yes, yes, I think it would be good for the boy," he agreed enthusiastically.  "Shall I go ahead and make the reservations, then?" </div> <div> "Sure," Quentin said with a grin. "It sounds like it would be just the thing we need, Cyrus."  He leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. Cyrus looked at him, filled with sympathy.  <I>It must be terrible to live in a house with so little love</I>, he thought.  He reflected on his own home.  It is terrible, he thought.  I know it, too. I think that private school saved us both. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> Adam was excited. This was going to be another week of firsts for him.  Roxanne smiled at him indulgently as he paced back and forth, waiting for the limousine to arrive.  It was a private limousine Quentin had arranged for to drive them all to the airport.  Going to New York City-and on an airplane, too! Not only that, but staying in a luxurious hotel, ice skating at this wondrous place called Rockefeller Center, seeing a fancy show put on by the Rockettes.  Adam felt overwhelmed with the wonder of it all. </div> <div> "Here, Adam, better take this now," Roxanne advised.  She gave Adam the little yellow pill Cyrus had given her.  He'd instructed her to give it to Adam about an hour before the limousine arrived.  If needed, Cyrus would give Adam another one before or during the flight from Bangor to LaGuardia Airport in New York.  Adam accepted it with trust and swallowed it without water.  "I hope you like flying," she said, watching him. </div> <div> "It's going to be strange to go into the air like a bird," he commented.  Roxanne snapped another suitcase closed. "Roxanne?"  She looked up, with a smile on her face. "Why do women always carry so many things around? I have put all that I need into one small suitcase.  You have three.  Am I forgetting something?" </div> <div> Roxanne laughed, and Adam felt his heart melt again at the sound of it.  "No, it's just that I like to change a lot." </div> <div> "Why?" </div> <div> "Oh, because we're going to be doing so many different things, and I just want to look nice and different each time."  She smiled to hide the insecurity she felt.  Quentin Collins and Cyrus Longworth were several classes above her and she was well aware of it.  Even Sabrina Stuart and Maggie Evans were "better" than she was. She wasn't even sure she knew why she felt that way. </div> <div> Adam put his arms around her.  "You are special, Roxanne.  I love you very much.  I don't know what my life would be like without you."  He hugged her.  "I guess Sabrina and Maggie are special to my friends, but they're not like you are, Roxanne."  Roxanne hugged him back, wondering how it was he could know what she was thinking and how he could know just what to do to make her feel so much better. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> Young Daniel was positively furious.  His father had a hand clamped on his shoulder tightly, steering him toward the plane.  If it hadn't been for that restraining hand, Daniel would've been running through the airport, away from her. It wasn't fair!  He didn't want to go to New York-he wanted to stay at Collinwood where he could be close to his mother.  He wouldn't have minded a trip to New York if his father had taken him alone.  But no, his father was taking <I>her</I> too.  </div> <div> Worse, there were all these other people tagging along too!  Not only that, he was the only kid because Amy wasn't coming.  They were going to be in New York right through Christmas Eve, too!  He didn't care about looking at the decorated windows at some store called Macy's; he didn't care about dancing ice skaters or Santa Claus or the tree; he didn't even feel like ice-skating, although this was something he loved to do when his mother was alive.  Nothing was fun anymore!  "Let go of me!" he whined to his father.  "You're hurting me!" </div> <div> Quentin glared down at him warningly and took his hand off Daniel's shoulder. Immediately, Daniel wheeled to bolt away. He was stopped by that Frankenstein-guy, who spread his arms to block him like a football player.  </div> <div> "You will miss the plane," Adam said gently. "Why don't you sit with Roxanne and me? You can sit near the window." </div> <div> "I don't want to sit by the window!" Daniel snarled. </div> <div> "He wants a rap in the mouth!"  Quentin was furious.  Maggie looked distressed and seemed about to say something but then thought better of it.  "It's not too late, Daniel," his father threatened.  "I'll go call Trask now to come and pick you up!  I'll be damned if I'll let you spoil my vacation!" </div> <div> Daniel felt tempted to cry out, "Go ahead!"  His eyes filled with tears instead.  Obviously, his father cared more about being with <I>her</I> than he did about his own son's feelings.  He was sure only his mother had truly loved him.  <I>I hate you</I>, he whispered bitterly to his father in his mind.  <I>You'll be sorry someday, when I die or go blind or deaf or something really awful happens to me.  Then you'll be sorry!</I>  </div> <div> He imagined himself being run over by a subway car in New York City. He thought of his father's grief then -- oh, yes, his father would cry and realize how much he missed Daniel.  He'd realize then that he should've been nicer -- but it would be too late.  It was a tragically pleasant scenario to contemplate and so he was annoyed when his father interrupted his reverie.  </div> <div> "Well, Daniel?  Do you want me to call Trask?" </div> <div> Great. His father was putting him on the spot again.  "No," he answered sullenly.  <I>I'm going, and I'm going to make sure you're sorry you did this to me.</I>  He realized Frankenstein was asking him if he'd like to sit near him, by the window. "No," he answered again shortly.  He was determined to be miserable. He looked up and was pleased to see <I>her</I> face.  She looked upset.  <I>Good!</I> </div> <div> His father took her hand and twined his fingers through hers.  He felt rage burning in his stomach. She turned toward his father then.  His dad leaned over and whispered in her ear, and she laughed.  He was making her feel better!  Daniel wanted very badly to say one of those forbidden words his father liked to say.  The worst word of all-the big F word.  He didn't dare, though.  As they began to climb the ladder to go into the airplane, he plotted how he would ruin everything between his father and <I>her</I>. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> Claude North checked into the Waldorf-Astoria. He knew that Roxanne would not be staying here. Because of the number of people in their party and that spoiled brat child, Longworth and Collins had decided to check into the Hilton instead.  It was practically across the street from Rockefeller Center.  Claude didn't mind at all; in fact, it made his life easier.  He would not have to skulk about, hiding from Roxanne and Adam.  They would never know that he was watching.  The clerk shivered as he handed over Claude's key.  He'd never seen such a cold-blooded smile in his entire young life.  He was glad he would not have to deal with this unpleasant man anymore. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> At the Hilton, Adam and Roxanne were getting settled into their luxurious room.  The bed seemed enormous.  Maggie and Sabrina were on one side of their room, and Quentin, Daniel, and Dr. Cyrus were in the room on the other side.  Adam wondered about that and asked Roxanne.  "Well, I imagine it's because it saves them some money," Roxanne explained.  "Otherwise they'd have to get another room for Maggie.  I don't know how long she and Quentin have been seeing each other.  They only met again at Thanksgiving." </div> <div> "I think they are dating," Adam said.  "Did you see them holding hands?  They were kissing, too." </div> <div> Roxanne laughed. "It's funny because Cyrus and Sabrina don't seem as close, and they're engaged."  Adam had a troubled look on his face suddenly.  "What's wrong, Adam?" </div> <div> "When should people get engaged, Roxanne?  I mean, how long should they know each other?" </div> <div> "Why, I guess it depends on the two people.  Some people get engaged quickly.  Others wait a long time." </div> <div> "I think Quentin will love Maggie very much.  I think Cyrus is afraid to love Sabrina," Adam declared. </div> <div> Roxanne looked at him with surprise.  "Why, Adam!" </div> <div> He took her into his arms. "And I think I love you very much, Roxanne.  And I am not afraid to love you." </div> <bR> <bR> <div> Because it was still early Sunday afternoon, everyone decided to walk over to Rockefeller Center first, and then go to Central Park.  In the plaza heading to the Center there were huge horn blowing angels.  Adam gawked, awed.  He'd never seen so many people in one place before, and the beauty of the angels gave him chills.  </div> <div> Daniel noted his expression and, although he himself felt the same way, managed to look bored and put-upon.  "All of this is called Rockefeller Center?" he asked. </div> <div> "Yes, all of these buildings are part of the same Center-over ten acres," Quentin answered. "It's become a really important commercial center." </div> <div> "How do you know?" </div> <div> Quentin laughed. "I do business with people here.  Come on-you think these angels are pretty? Wait until you see Prometheus!"  He took Maggie by the hand and led them to an entrance on Fifth Avenue.  He continued to talk about Rockefeller Center expansively; he was in a very good mood now. He told them which television companies had offices here and pointed out the RCA building. </div> <div> "Look at how pretty this is!" Roxanne exclaimed over a piece of art. She would have liked to stop and look, but everyone was still moving.  "Where are we going?" </div> <div> "To the ice skating rink!" Quentin answered.  Overlooking the rink was the impressive statue of Prometheus. "You know who that is, don't you, Daniel?" </div> <div> "No," Daniel said sullenly. </div> <div> "Don't you pay attention to the teacher when she tells you stories about the Greek gods?"</div> <div> "She doesn't tell me any stories about them," Daniel lied.  He knew very well who Prometheus was. </div> <div> "He was the Greek god who gave fire to man," Adam explained.  "It made the Greek god Zeus very angry with him and he …" </div> <div> "I'm not interested," Daniel said rudely, walking on ahead.  Quentin went after Daniel to rebuke him. </div> <div> "Well, so you've been learning about other gods as well!" Cyrus exclaimed, impressed. </div> <div> "You don't mind?" Adam asked.  He hoped Cyrus wasn't offended.  His friend looked genuinely surprised.  "Mind?  Why, of course not!  I think you should learn everything you can!" </div> <div> Adam smiled.  He knew that deep down inside, Cyrus believed strongly in that Bible.  He might say he didn't care, but he did.  Maybe he just didn't know it.  He was distracted by Quentin returning with Daniel, hauling him along by the arm.  "I'm sorry," Daniel muttered sullenly. </div> <div> "It's all right," Adam reassured the boy, who looked up at him with a very hostile expression.  <I>He is so angry</I>, Adam thought, feeling sad for his friend.  <I>He will cause heartache for his father because of his anger.  His mother made him like this -- she is evil.</I></div> <div> He looked at the skating rink. "I have not ever been ice skating," he remarked.  He looked at Daniel. "I am sure you will out skate me." </div> <div> "No kidding," Daniel muttered, barely audible. </div> <div> Quentin was about to speak, but Adam interrupted, "I was not kidding. I would like to try to skate, though.  It looks like fun.  Do you think we can try?" </div> <div> The rink was crowded with people skating but it wasn't filled to capacity, so Quentin treated everyone to a pair of rental skates and paid their admission into the rink.  He and Maggie immediately moved of through the crowd, holding hands and laughing.  Adam was pleased.  Daniel had skated off too, still looking angry.  Cyrus, Sabrina, and Roxanne waited for him. </div> <div> He laced the skates on tightly as Quentin has told him and stepped gingerly onto the ice.  He felt his feet shoot out from under him and immediately went down, hard. "Oh!"  Roxanne exclaimed, dismayed.  She and Cyrus put their arms under his and helped him get up. "It'll take a while to get used to being on skates." </div> <div> "You don't want to stand straight up," Cyrus was explaining.  "You want to lean in a little, like this."  He skated off a few feet to show Adam, turning in place and skating backwards a few feet.  </div> <div> Adam was impressed.  He took another step forward and fell again.  He'd fallen a half dozen more times before he decided to wave Sabrina and Cyrus on.  Quentin and Maggie had stopped twice to help him, and he was becoming very embarrassed by his incompetence.  He really was having a lot of fun, but he felt very foolish. Roxanne stuck by him loyally and he felt bad; he felt she would've had more fun skating with Daniel. "You don't have to stay with me, Roxanne," he said. </div> <div> "I want to," Roxanne declared in a determined voice. </div> <div> Quentin and Maggie had skated up again, looking flushed and happy. "I have an idea," Quentin suggested. "Why don't we try to link arms-you between me and Roxanne, Adam." </div> <div> "I'm afraid I'll pull you down," Adam said. </div> <div> "We'll put you right in the middle," Quentin said, waving Cyrus, Sabrina, and Daniel over.  He explained what he wanted to do, and Daniel rolled his eyes but decided it was in his best interest at this point to cooperate.  </div> <div> Everyone linked arms, with Adam in the middle, and they actually made it all the way around the rink upright.  Adam laughed with delight.  It was fun-he'd never felt such a sensation before and wouldn't have known how to describe the feeling.  If he'd ever been sledding, he might have been able to relate the feeling of gliding on the ice.  He knew he felt exhilarated.</div> <div> Looking down, he thought he saw a familiar figure on the level below, seated at a table in a restaurant, watching them.  Claude North! He wobbled a little.  "All right?" Cyrus asked.  They all stopped as Adam peered down at the restaurant.  <I>He's not there-maybe I just thought I saw him!</I>  "Adam?" </div> <div> "It's all right. I think I have the hang of it now," Adam said. </div> <div> "Are you sure?" </div> <div> "Yes, sure!" </div> <div> And so Quentin and Maggie glided off together again.  Cyrus and Sabrina, who skated skillfully side-by-side but didn't touch each other, followed them. "Oh, look!" Roxanne exclaimed.  Quentin and Maggie had decided to try a little ice dancing. He was skating backwards, and they were moving gracefully together. "Do you want to try that, Adam?"</div> <div> He did, very much so. He held onto Roxanne and tried to move but found himself falling.  This time, he pulled Roxanne down on top of him and they slid into the wall. "I guess this is not for me," Adam said ruefully.  "Are you all right, Roxanne?" </div> <div> "I'm fine!" Roxanne assured him.  She moved so that she was sitting on his lap and kissed him.  Then she helped him get up.  "Why don't we stop and just watch?" </div> <div> He was glad to go along with her suggestion although he felt bad that she wasn't able to skate.  He felt incredibly stiff and sore, moving very carefully behind her to the exit.  In spite of that, he still managed to fall three more times before he was finally able to get off the rink.  He and Roxanne watched the others. </div> <div> Daniel was the next one to stop. "This is boring," he declared. </div> <div> "Your father skates well," Adam told him.  "Did he teach you how to skate?" </div> <div> "Of course he did, and I know he skates well!  He used to play hockey.  He's still good at it!"  Daniel declared, sounding as if he was angry about the whole thing.  "Look at them!" he exclaimed in disgust. </div> <div> "They are dancing," Adam observed. </div> <div> "Very gracefully," Roxanne added. </div> <div> "He and my mother used to do that.  I didn't think he'd do that with <I>her!</I>"  </div> <div> Adam looked at him closely.  He heard the hurt and betrayal in the boy's voice.  He really does miss that awful woman, poor child. Adam thought.  He didn't know what to say to the boy - he couldn't tell him that Angelique was an evil person.  He looked for Cyrus and Sabrina and saw that they were finally holding hands as they skated. </div> <div> After a few minutes, Cyrus seemed to notice Adam, Roxanne and Daniel outside of the rink and he and Sabrina skated towards them.  "I guess we've had enough for one afternoon," Cyrus said.  "Perhaps we can all meet after we see Dr. Hargrove, Adam, and see some of the other sights.  We can go to Central Park on Tuesday.  There's another skating rink there, but it's closed on Mondays." </div> <bR> <div> "Okay, good," Adam said. "I think I'd like to wait a day before we skate again."  He grinned ruefully.  "I fell a lot.  Look, Dr. Cyrus."  He extended his hand to Cyrus, palm up. </div> <div> Cyrus was so surprised, his eyes popped.  Adam had bruises between his fingers.  "I've never seen anything like this! May I see your other hand?"  There were bruises between his fingers on the other hand as well.  "My, my, my!"  Cyrus clucked.  "How could this have happened?" </div> <div> Is something wrong?" Roxanne asked, immediately concerned. </div> <div> "Well," Cyrus hesitated, saw Roxanne looked increasingly alarmed, and went on hastily, "I'm sure it's quite all right.  When he fell, he must've landed on the palms of his hands and perhaps that caused these unique marks…" </div> <div> His voice trailed off and he peered at Adam over his spectacles.  "Let me have a look at you before we go to dinner, all right?" </div> <div> "Of course, Dr. Cyrus, but I feel well," Adam said amiably. </div> <div> "I'm sure you're fine-Daniel!"  Cyrus broke off as the boy wheeled suddenly.  Adam caught him by the shoulders before he could get very far.  Quentin and Maggie skated toward them.  Adam could see Quentin's brows contracting together thunderously.  Daniel struggled briefly and then gave up. </div> <div> "Just where do you think you were going?" Quentin demanded, sounding furious. </div> <div> Daniel glared at his father resentfully. "I wanted to see Santa Claus.  You've never taken me to see the Macy's Santa Claus." </div> <div> "Lately you haven't been on your best behavior, so it hasn't occurred to me," Quentin answered irritably.  "You want to go? Straighten up-we can go tomorrow or the day after."  Daniel glowered at Maggie resentfully and Quentin's face became red. </div> <div> "He's just tired," Maggie said placatingly.  "We should go-it's getting late." </div> <div> "He's not tired, he's spoiled," Quentin grumbled. </div> <div> Daniel felt even angrier.  He didn't want <I>her</I> defending him-and he was not spoiled. He was just being loyal to his mother -- his father's <I>real</I> wife. </div> <div> "He will feel better after he's<FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>eaten," Adam said. "I am getting hungry myself." </div> <div> Daniel was about to speak up but decided against it. He didn't want to make his father any angrier than he already was.  He didn't really believe in Santa Claus any more, but he didn't want to give up a trip to Macy's.  He liked the window decorations and besides, he felt he would be able to talk his father into taking him to FAO Schwartz afterwards.  To do that, he had to look like the victim, not the aggressor.  It was probably time to change plans, he decided.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> After dinner, Cyrus stopped by Adam and Roxanne's room to make sure he was all right. He was amazed at the number of black and blue marks all over Adam's body.  He knew Adam had fallen hard repeatedly, but perhaps there was something about his skin - or the compound - that made him especially susceptible to injury. That could be a problem for him, Cyrus worried.  "Please don't worry," Adam assured his friend. "I'll get plenty of rest.  I'll just lie down here and relax.  I will watch a singer named Bing Crosby." </div> <div> "Good idea," Cyrus said. "I'm right next door if you need me." </div> <div> "Thanks, Dr-" Roxanne began. </div> <div> "Oh, please, Roxanne.  You must call me Cyrus now." </div> <div> "All right," she said, shyly. </div> <div> Cyrus arrived back at his room ready for a nice quiet evening of Bing Crosby and found Daniel in tears.  Quentin seemed to hover between guilt-ridden concern and exasperation.</div> <div> "What's wrong?" Cyrus asked. </div> <div> "He's leaving me alone again!" Daniel wept. </div> <div> "It's not like that at all!" Quentin protested. </div> <div> Cyrus sank down on his bed, suddenly weary of everyone's problems.  "What is all this about?" </div> <div> "Well, I hoped to take Maggie to the bar for just one lousy drink!"  Quentin exclaimed. "I was going to ask you if you minded keeping an eye on Daniel …" </div> <div> "I should've stayed at Collinwood!"  Daniel bawled.  "Then I wouldn't be in everyone's way all the time!" </div> <div> "You're not in the way, son!" Quentin protested. </div> <div> Cyrus, who was more perceptive than his friend, sighed and said, "He'll be all right, Quentin, don't worry.  I'll keep an eye on him and we'll watch some TV together." </div> <div> "Are you sure?" Quentin asked doubtfully.  "Maybe I ought to just stay …" </div> <div> "Don't be a fool!"  Cyrus snapped.  "Go!  You deserve to have a break!  Have a drink and a dance!"  Daniel stuck his tongue out at Cyrus behind Quentin's back.  Cyrus looked Daniel right in the eye, thinking:  <I>I know what you're up to!</I>  </div> <div> Daniel lay back on the other bed, folding his arms on his chest and staring up at the ceiling.  Quentin turned around to his son.  "Look, Daniel, I'll take you to Macy's tomorrow.  We'll walk around-go to Central Park…" </div> <div> "Maybe go to FAO Schwartz?" Daniel asked, hopefully. </div> <div> "Sure!" </div> <div> Daniel made a big show of sniffing and stifling his sobs.  "Well, okay." He wiped his nose with his sleeve.  Cyrus shuddered, feeling nauseated.  </div> <div> "Okay, good man! Are you sure you'll be all right now?" </div> <div> "Yeah, I guess so. I'll watch TV." </div> <div> Quentin glanced over at Cyrus, who waved him to go on.  "Thanks, Cy," his friend said gratefully.  </div> <div> After he left, Cyrus looked at Daniel.  Daniel glared at him and then deliberately rolled onto his side, facing away.  <I>So, the brat was going to play sullen now - fine!</I>  Cyrus thought, irritably.  He started to get up to change the channel and then stopped, staring at Daniel's back.</div> <div> The boy was slight and slender, with thick, wavy brown hair worn fashionably long. He almost looked like a girl from behind-someone familiar. <I>Jean Perry!</I>  Cyrus realized with horror.  Jean was the daughter of the church secretary.  Cyrus used to baby-sit Jean and her little brother Marty, who also had brown hair.  His was cut short in a crew cut.  Jean was the one who'd gotten him into so much trouble. She was the one who told - </div> <div> Cyrus shook his head as if to try and clear it.  <I>No! There was nothing to tell!  We were just playing doctor-that's all, just a game!  And Marty had something wrong with him, and he needed to be examined by a doctor.</I>  He had been curious - he was different than Cyrus and he wondered why?  He didn't mind the first time when Cyrus asked, "As the doctor, do you mind if I touch you and feel the difference between you and me?" </div> <div> He didn't mind the first time when Cyrus said, "Do you want to feel the difference yourself?"  After a few times, though, Marty said sullenly: "I don't want to anymore."  <I>We need to,</I> Cyrus remembered thinking.  <I>We can't stop now.  Not when there might be something `wrong' that has to be fixed.  </I></div> <div> Looking at Daniel's back, he began to think, <I>I think the same thing is wrong with Daniel.  He needs a doctor to touch him, too.  </I>He found himself reaching out and suddenly stopped, horrified.  <I>No! This is your best friend's son-what is wrong with you?  </I></div> <div> He felt as if he was gasping for breath.  He was completely aroused, he realized with horror.  He wanted very badly to sit on the bed next to Daniel and stroke his hair.  Someone was knocking at the door, and Cyrus jumped.  He exhaled sharply, and Daniel rolled over and gave him a puzzled look.  "What's wrong, Dr. Longworth?" Daniel asked, as the knocking continued.  "Do you want me to get it?" </div> <div> "Please!" Cyrus gasped. </div> <div> Daniel gave Cyrus an odd, suspicious look.  He got up off the bed and went to answer the door.  It was Sabrina.  Normally, her appearance would have irritated Cyrus but he felt enormously relieved to see her.  "Sabrina!" he cried out, getting up and going to her.  He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her. "I <I>missed</I> you!"  He pulled her to him, hugging her tightly. </div> <div> Daniel watched the interaction with some amusement.  He knew that Cyrus wasn't always so nice to Sabrina.  He could even tell by the very surprised look on her face. He wondered why Cyrus was so happy that Sabrina came to visit.  Maybe his plan was working! </div> <div> "I-I'm glad, Cyrus, because I missed you, too," Sabrina said hesitantly, sounding stunned. </div> <div> "Well, sit down, sit down!" Cyrus said enthusiastically.  "Let's watch some television together!"  He felt as if his life had been saved.  <I>Dear God! That was so close!</I> </div> <bR> <div> The next day, Cyrus took Adam to the New York University Medical Center to consult with Dr. Hargrove.  Adam liked Dr. Hargrove, who was young like Cyrus and had a good sense of humor. He told several jokes, which made Adam laugh.  After he examined Adam, they sat down in his office so that he could explain what it was he wanted to do to remove the scars.  He wouldn't do anything until after the New Year, and Adam was relieved.  It sounded like it would hurt, these procedures the doctor talked about. </div> <div> "Yes, it's true, it will hurt somewhat," Cyrus told him honestly as they took a cab to Times Square.  "It's normal that it would, Adam. You'll just feel uncomfortable for a little while. You'll feel much better, though, when you see how much better you look." </div> <div> "That is true. Thank you, Dr. Cyrus!"  Adam was suddenly enthusiastic about the whole thing.  Dr. Hargrove felt that he could complete the procedure in one or two surgeries.  After he healed from the last surgery, Adam thought he could ask Roxanne to marry him.  He wanted to ask her now, but he'd learned that he tended to move too fast and frightened women.  He remembered how he'd scared Carolyn, and he didn't want to repeat his mistake.  Suddenly he became aware of their surroundings.  It looked old and a little dirty, but it was bustling with people.  "My, this is a busy place!" </div> <div> "Yes-there are Broadway plays in all these theatres here in Times Square and along 42nd Street," Cyrus was saying.  "I am sure we can arrange to all see one.  I rather doubt we'd be able to get in to see the `Nutcracker' but perhaps Quentin's had some luck." </div> <div> "See a `nutcracker'?" Adam asked, perplexed. "I think I would rather see Santa Claus!" </div> <div> Cyrus smiled broadly and put his hand on Adam's knee again in a gesture of friendship.  As before, he pulled his hand back suddenly, as if he'd burned himself.  He looked very troubled.  Adam thought maybe he'd done something wrong, but then he realized that it was Cyrus who felt he'd done something wrong.  That puzzled him - what could a good man like Cyrus do that could be so wrong?</div> <div> Cyrus cleared his throat. "Ah-I see our friends.  Driver, would you pull over here, please?" </div> <div> They got out in front of a restaurant called Sardi's.  Roxanne was the first to reach them as they got out of the cab.  "How are you Adam? Did everything go all right?" </div> <div> "I'm going to be a handsome man some day, Roxanne!" Adam exclaimed, delighted to see her.  He picked her up and boosted her over his head.  Setting her back down on the ground again, he kissed her. </div> <div> "Oh, Adam! You take my breath away!" Roxanne laughed. "I think you are handsome now-you have the handsomest soul I've ever seen!  And guess what Quentin did?" </div> <div> "He got `Nutcracker' tickets?" Adam guessed.  Roxanne looked disappointed, and he</div> <div> was sorry he had spoiled her surprise. </div> <div> "How did you know?" she asked. </div> <div> "How did you manage it, old man?" Cyrus asked.  </div> <div> "Maybe I'm half-cousin to Santa Claus, too," Quentin said, winking. </div> <div> "Did you already see him?" Adam asked. </div> <div> "Well-" Quentin began, embarrassed.  He suddenly realized that Adam had wanted to go, too. </div> <div> "I forgot to ask him something," Roxanne was saying.  "Maybe we can go back tomorrow." </div> <div> "Awwww!"  Daniel scoffed contemptuously.  "You want to talk to Santa Claus?" </div> <div> Roxanne ruffled his hair.  "Sure I do, Daniel. I've been a good girl all year.  Don't you think I can ask him for something special?" </div> <div> Daniel eyed her doubtfully.  He wasn't even sure he believed in Santa Claus.  This was positively astonishing.  And his father - saying he was half-cousin to Santa!  "I guess you can," he said slowly.  "Are you going to sit on his lap?"  He was very annoyed when all the adults laughed at him - only Adam didn't laugh. </div> <div> Adam put his hand on Daniel's shoulder and answered in all seriousness, "I guess grown-ups don't because they would weigh too much for Santa.  He may be big, but he's not <I>that </I>big." </div> <div> For the first time, Daniel didn't look at Adam and think <I>freak</I> or <I>Frankenstein</I>.  The man might be ugly, but he was nice and he made a lot of sense.  Daniel nodded at him seriously and then said, "I wouldn't mind seeing Santa again, either."</div> <bR> <bR> <div> That night, Cyrus sat up in bed, hugging himself.  He shivered uncontrollably. Quentin was sprawled on the other bed, closest to Cyrus, snoring softly.  His friend was totally unaware that it had almost happened again while he was out gallivanting with that slut, Maggie!  </div> <div> He squeezed his eyes tightly.  Why had he thought such a terrible thing about Maggie?  She wasn't a slut, oh no, not at all!  It was just that she had done what his sister Joyce had done - given herself to someone in lust.  <I>If Maggie is a slut, then so is Sabrina.  If Quentin is a sinner, then I am ten times over,</I> he thought.  <I>Sinner, sinner, sinner!  </I></div> <div> Even worse than that was another name - a name Joyce called him. She had called him a pervert.  <I>I'm not a pervert,</I> he thought, feeling the tears well up in his eyes, threatening to spill over.  <I>I'm a sinner, yes, but not a pervert, no; I never meant to do anything bad to any of those children!</I> </div> <div> It hadn't been so bad, not really, he rationalized.  It hadn't been any worse than what Uncle Henry had done.  Uncle Henry was his mother's brother-an associate preacher at his father's church.  Uncle Henry would preach whenever his father had to go away to a seminar.  When his father was away, Uncle Henry would come to dinner at the Longworth house.  </div> <div> He would take Cyrus to the movies later - that was how it started.  There in the dark, Uncle Henry would put his hand in Cyrus' lap and rub and rub.  Nothing ever happened, and it puzzled and disturbed Cyrus.  Then Uncle Henry would take Cyrus' hand and put it in his lap and rub and rub.  At first, Cyrus didn't think anything would happen, and then he'd feel something rising and slithering - like a snake.  It felt like that serpent in the Garden of Eden. </div> <div> Cyrus wiped his eyes.  He never did to the children what Uncle Henry did to him - not until they said it was all right.  <I>Oh, God</I>!  He covered his face with his hands.  <I>I'll go mad, I will!  I have to do something to make this stop!</I>  <I>I must!</I>  </div> <div> He thought of the compound.  He hadn't intended to bring it with him, truly he hadn't … it had ended up in his suitcase by accident!  He got up stealthily and made his way to the suitcase.  He stood staring at it, remembering what had happened the last time he'd drunk the compound.  When he'd awakened, there had been blood on his member and a story in the newspaper about a woman, raped and found beaten in an alleyway. </div> <div> <I>Maybe it won't happen this time,</I> he thought hopefully.  <I>Maybe I can draw all the bad out of me for good this time and make it go away. </I> <I>New York is a city full of bad people.  Maybe the bad creature will want to stay here in New York and let me go in peace!  </I></div> <div> He took the small bottle into the bathroom with him.  He felt as if he was walking in his sleep.  He took one of the plastic cups that the hotel provided and poured some of the compound into it-not too much, not too little.  He set the glass down and then carried the bottle of compound back to his suitcase, zipping it back inside.  Quentin stirred and muttered, shifting in his sleep.  On the far side, near the wall, Daniel slept deeply.  Cyrus looked at them both, his best friend and the little boy, that precious little piece of candy.  He started.  Why did he think that way about Daniel?  <I>Pervert</I>, he heard his sister's voice whisper in his ear.  <I>No!</I> </div> <div> He went back into the bathroom and picked up the plastic cup.  <I>I can't drink this</I> <I>here,</I> he thought.  Where?  He would have to go out of the room.  That would be all right - he had an extra key in his pocket.  He stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind him softly. </div> <div> "Dr. Cyrus?" </div> <div> At the sound of Adam's voice, he nearly jumped and spilled the compound all over the floor.  He put the cup behind his back, and turned to face the giant.  He struggled to regain his composure.  "Adam," he said stiffly.  "What are you doing out here?" </div> <div> Adam held out the bucket full of ice he'd been carrying back to the room.  "We were thirsty for something cold, Dr. Cyrus," Adam explained.  He looked at his friend with concern.  "Something is wrong.  You are very - pale.  What troubles you, my friend?" </div> <div> "N-nothing!" Cyrus stuttered, flustered. </div> <div> "Dr. Cyrus," Adam said softly.  "I know something is upsetting you. Please - let me help you.  Come into the room with Roxanne and me.  We can talk." </div> <div> Cyrus cleared his throat.  "No, I - I can't!"  He muttered.  He looked at Adam but couldn't meet his eyes.  "Please - you mustn't worry about me.  I am quite all right. I-I just need to go for a little walk - get a little air." </div> <div> "Let me put the ice down in my room.  I will explain to Roxanne that I am going for a walk with you. She will understand …" </div> <div> "No, Adam, please!"  Cyrus interrupted, desperately.  "I - I n-n-need to be alone.  P-Please understand, Adam. I'm all right, I swear it!" </div> <div> The giant shook his head <I>no.</I>  "Dr. Cyrus, you are my friend.  I cannot let you go like this. I will explain to Roxanne …" </div> <div> "Very well then!"  Cyrus broke in again, feeling himself break out in a sweat.  "You go and explain to Roxanne.  I will meet you in the bar in the lobby.  Then we will walk together." </div> <div> Adam frowned a little but then nodded. "Yes, all right, Dr. Cyrus. I will meet you in the bar downstairs." </div> <div> Relieved, Cyrus waited for Adam to go into his room.  Once the door snicked shut, he moved quickly down the hall to the "exit" sign.  He had no intention of taking the elevator now.  He went through the door under the "exit" sign and found himself in a stair well.  Shutting the door, he leaned against it, breathing heavily.  Then he tipped the cup back and drank from it. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> Claude North looked up as the brash dark haired man swaggered into the bar.  He'd been waiting for this despicable creature for some time now, wondering when he'd show up.  He'd almost been ready to take a cab back to the Waldorf when his patience finally paid off.  The man had a coarse thick growth of facial hair - a mustache and what was typically called "five o'clock shadow". It was not a beard, just dark stubble covering his chin and throat. He strode up to the bar and slapped it with his hand.  "Bartender!" he called out in a sneering, demanding manner. </div> <div> The bartender responded immediately, an uncertain expression on his face.  "What can I get you, sir?" </div> <div> "A double-on the double!"  The man laughed uproariously at his own bad joke.  When the bartender didn't join him, he reached over and grabbed him by the collar.  "What's the matter?  You too good to laugh at my jokes?" </div> <div> Immediately, another man appeared.  "Sir, you need to behave in here if you want to stay.  If you're going to act like that, I'll have to ask you to leave." </div> <div> The obnoxious uncouth stranger seemed ready to turn on the hotel security man.  Claude appeared at his elbow.  "Let me buy you your drink, my friend," he interceded smoothly.</div> <div> The obnoxious man stopped, looking at Claude with appreciation. "Thank you, my good man!"  he exclaimed, with an exaggerated show of good manners.  He followed Claude back to his booth.  "Who the hell are you, and why do you want to buy me a drink?" </div> <div> "My name is Claude North, Mr. Yeager.  You can call me Claude. Please - sit down." </div> <div> Yeager's jaw dropped in astonishment as he sat down across from Claude.  "How do you know me? We've never met before!" </div> <div> "Yes, I know. But you see, Mr. Yeager, I have special talents and abilities. I know a lot of things."  Yeager seemed ready to bolt.  Claude put his hand over his firmly.  "Don't, Mr. Yeager!" Claude said in a warning tone. "I have no intention of betraying you - as long as you help me." </div> <div> "Help you-how?" </div> <div> The bartender brought the double for Yeager. Claude signaled that he wanted another drink, too.  After the bartender left, Claude took a one hundred-dollar bill and slid it across the table to Yeager.  "This is for your friend's stock," he explained.  Yeager looked shocked and frightened.  "Not to worry, my friend. You are in no danger from me."  Claude looked up alertly. "I must ask you a favor-switch seats with me now, please." </div> <div> Yeager looked as though he might argue, but there was something about Claude's attitude that kept him from speaking.  He got up and exchanged places with Claude.  Now Claude's back was to the door.  "What's this about?" </div> <div> "A tall, ugly man with facial scars is coming in to look for your friend," Claude explained easily.  "I prefer that he not see me." </div> <div> "What friend?"  Yeager began.  He broke off suddenly.  The tallest man he'd ever seen walked into the bar.  Sure enough, he had disfiguring facial scars.  He looked around the bar, puzzled, briefly meeting Yeager's eyes. </div> <div> Inexplicably, both men shuddered as their eyes met.  The tall man seemed to search the room for a few moments.  He spoke to the bartender, who shrugged and shook his head.  The giant's shoulders slumped, and he finally left. </div> <div> Yeager leaned across the table and whispered in a hissing voice, "You have my attention now, Claude. I am very impressed.  Now - what is it you want from me?" </div> <div> "I need some information from your friend - Cyrus." </div> <div> "I don't know anyone named Cyrus!"  Yeager protested contemptuously. </div> <div> "Oh, but you do, Mr. Yeager - may I call you John?  Close your eyes and concentrate a moment, John.  I want you to think of a man of your height and build.  An unprepossessing man with curly blonde hair and John Lennon specs.  A doctor - do you have the image, John?" </div> <div> Yeager laughed maliciously.  "Oh, yes - God, yes!  What a fool!" </div> <div> "Yes," Claude murmured in agreement, smiling contemptuously.  Yeager's eyes were closed and he didn't see the look on the sorcerer's face.  "If you continue to concentrate, John, you will begin to remember what Dr. Longworth remembers." </div> <div> Yeager continued to laugh.  "He is a pervert!" </div> <div> Claude wasn't interested in that part of Longworth's life.  "Tell me, John, what is that giant's name?" </div> <div> "Adam!  Adam Knight." </div> <div> Claude grinned.  In the dim light of the bar, his face looked like a death's head.  "Yes, indeed, John.  Tell me about Dr. Longworth's plans for Adam, will you please?  I will buy you all the scotch you like, and then I'll take you to The Block of this city." </div> <div> The Block?" </div> <div> "Every city had The Block-where the most unworthy whores walk about, showing off their bodies.  They're just asking to be taken into a dark alley, John.  There's always one just for you, John, one who wants you to punch her with your fists, knock her down and do what you will-as many times as you like!" </div> <div> Yeager was breathing heavily, his face suffused with joyful lust.  "I'll tell you anything you want to know!" he promised.  </div> <div> Claude smiled again, this time a smile of triumph.  <I>I am closer to you Roxanne.</I>  <I>Soon I will have you for good</I>, he thought.  He began to question Yeager, listening closely to his answers. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> The sound of the door swinging open roused Daniel.  He opened his eyes in the early morning light, feeling foggy and dazed.  He was shocked at the sight of Cyrus staggering in.  Daniel wrinkled his nose in distaste.  The doctor smelled terrible!  Cyrus barely made it into the bathroom before he began vomiting. </div> <bR> <div> Alarmed, Daniel turned and shook his father.  "Dad!  Dad!  Dr. Longworth is sick!" </div> <div> "Wha--?" his father muttered.  Daniel shook his shoulder insistently, and Quentin's blue eyes opened as if he'd been awake all along.  He was instantly alert, looking questioningly at Daniel. </div> <div> "He came in just now, Dad, and then he went in the bathroom and started puking.  I think he's drunk!" </div> <div> Quentin was out of the bed and walking to the bathroom to investigate.  "Cy?" He called, knocking at the door.  They could both hear the sounds of retching.  Quentin knocked again.  "Cyrus!"  He rattled the doorknob.  Somehow the doctor had managed to lock it. </div> <div> After a moment, Cyrus called, "Quentin!  I'm all right, don't worry."  The retching sounds began again.  Quentin and Daniel looked at each other.  Obviously, the doctor didn't sound all right.  </div> <div> Quentin rattled the knob again, looking at the lock.  He'd be able to pick it - he just needed his Swiss army knife.  "Daniel, go into my pants pocket …" he began. </div> <div> "Quentin! Please-leave me alone!"  Cyrus called again from within.  It was as if he'd read his friend's mind.  "Go and have breakfast with Daniel.  I assure you that when you return, I'll be fine!"  He gagged again.  "Please!  Come back later-we'll go to Central Park!" </div> <div> Quentin stared at the door doubtfully. He didn't think Cyrus would be in any shape to go anywhere at this rate.  The gagging continued.  "Cyrus!"  He pounded on the door again.  "What the hell happened? Are you drunk?" </div> <div> "Virus! I've got a virus!"  Cyrus gasped.  "Please!  Go and get breakfast, Quentin!"</div> <div> Frustrated, Quentin stared at the door.  <I>He's lying-there's no way he's got a virus.  He's drunk!  But why is he lying to me?</I>  Looking around, he saw Daniel's pale, frightened face.  <I>Well, this isn't doing the kid any good</I>, Quentin decided.  "Listen, let's get dressed and go get something to eat, okay?" </div> <div> The boy nodded, relieved.  He looked anxious to get far away from this room.  Quentin had had an idea about knocking to see if Maggie was awake, but he decided against it because Daniel looked really upset.  He knew he could see Maggie later and knew that they could figure out a way to be together again. </div> <div> Quentin and Daniel had just ordered breakfast when Maggie showed up with Sabrina.  Quentin smiled when he saw Maggie, and Daniel rolled his eyes in disgust.  His father stood up and held a chair out so that she could sit next to him.  She would probably order something dumb like grapefruit.  People like her were always saying they weren't hungry.  He looked with more interest at Sabrina.  She looked pretty upset. </div> <div> "What's wrong with Cyrus?" Sabrina was asking Quentin. </div> <div> He shrugged.  "I don't know," he answered sympathetically.  "Daniel woke me up - he was in the bathroom, sick to his stomach." </div> <div> "He just came in," Daniel added helpfully. </div> <div> Sabrina looked shocked.  "Just came in?  From where?" </div> <div> "Outside somewhere.  He unlocked the door and came in," Daniel began, enjoying the attention he was getting.  He began to feel important.  "He had a lot of trouble walking, and he smelled really funny.  It smelled like …" He wrinkled his nose, trying to think.  "Like when bananas sit out too long or something.  And then he went into the bathroom and locked the door.  And I could hear him."  Daniel began to make a retching noise but stopped when Quentin put his hand on his arm.  He looked at his father, who shook his head slightly.  <I>Right. Girls don't like that stuff</I>, he remembered. </div> <div> Roxanne and Adam came into the dining room then.  Adam had entered looking cheerful, but a light frown creased his features when they joined the others at the table.  Sabrina had become considerably paler.  "Where is Dr. Cyrus?"  Adam asked with concern.  Daniel saw this opportunity to tell his story again, leaving out the graphic effects. "I was worried about him last night," Adam said sadly.</div> <div> "Last night?" Sabrina asked immediately.  "You saw him last night?" </div> <div> "Yes, he was leaving the room," Adam replied, looking uncomfortable.  He turned to Roxanne.  "That was when I brought the ice, remember?" </div> <div> "And you were going to go for a walk with Cyrus, but he didn't wait for you," Roxanne went on. </div> <div> "I don't understand!" Sabrina exclaimed, obviously distressed. </div> <div> "He didn't wait for you?"  Quentin prompted Adam. </div> <div> With some reluctance because he didn't want to betray his friend, Adam related what had happened the night before.  After he'd told Roxanne he was going for a walk with Cyrus, he went to the bar to meet him.  Cyrus had never shown up there.  The bartender didn't remember anyone fitting that description.  Adam had finally given up and come back upstairs.  He'd knocked softly at Cyrus' door but there had been no answer.  Adam stopped, leaving unvoiced the conviction that something was terribly wrong with Cyrus. </div> <div> "I just don't understand him at all," Sabrina whispered softly.  Her eyes became filmy.</div> <div> Out of compassion, Roxanne reached over and touched her hand.  She flinched a little, but didn't remove her hand. </div> <div> "Something's been bothering him," Quentin said thoughtfully.  "He hasn't told me what it is, though." </div> <div> "I would like to go back and talk to him," Adam said. </div> <div> "He seemed pretty sick.  I don't think he's in much shape to talk to anyone," Quentin answered.  "Look, why don't we eat first?  Then we'll go back and see how he's doing.  We were going to go back to Macy's-and they're not open now anyway." </div> <div> Adam agreed, and immediately put his concern to the back of his mind.  He'd learned the importance of enjoying the moment and not worrying about things he couldn't do anything about.  He knew he couldn't help Cyrus this minute, so there was no use brooding about it.  He meant to enjoy the company of his friends, and he did. </div> <bR> <div> Cyrus looked more like his old self when Quentin and Daniel returned to the room.  He'd showered and changed his clothes, sitting solemnly in one of the chairs near the window.  He was looking out at nothing but turned when his roommates came in. "How are you feeling, Cyrus?"  Quentin asked. </div> <div> "Much better, thank you," Cyrus answered with a smile.  "It's just a passing bug, that's all.  I'm already quite well." </div> <div> Quentin looked at him oddly, and Cyrus was grateful for the presence of the boy.  If Daniel hadn't been there, he knew Quentin would be full of questions he couldn't answer.  "We were going to go back to Macy's - for Adam's sake.  Then we're skating in Central Park.  I hope you're well enough to join us?  Sabrina's worried about you." </div> <div> Cyrus sighed and closed his eyes.  Sabrina was a complication he preferred not to think about at the moment.  "I think I'd better pass today, Quentin.  I'm not sure if the bug will come back on me today or not."  He looked out the window again.  Once everyone left, he planned to go downstairs and get himself some breakfast and a paper.  He was almost afraid to read it, but he had to know.  <I>I cannot tell if all the evil in me is gone.  I don't feel any different than I've felt on the other mornings after.</I>  He was still looking out the window when he heard the door shut.  Quentin and Daniel had left. </div> <div> After a few minutes, a steady, light knocking at the door broke his reverie.  Sighing again, he got up to answer and was dismayed to find Adam standing there.  "Adam-you didn't go with the others?  I thought you wanted to see Santa Claus!" </div> <div> "I could not go without <I>all </I>my friends, Dr. Cyrus," Adam replied, looking at his friend sadly. </div> <div> "Yes, but, ah, didn't Quentin explain--?" Cyrus began, flustered. </div> <div> "He told us that you still felt ill," Adam interrupted gently.  He looked into Cyrus' blue eyes, his own brown ones wide with trust and concern.  "I knew that was not true, and you know it is not true.  I came here because I wanted you to see Santa Claus with me.  I want you to come with me, please, Dr. Cyrus." </div> <div> <I>But Santa Claus isn't real!</I>  Cyrus opened his mouth to say the words and then stopped abruptly.  He wasn't sure why - perhaps it was because Adam radiated such decency and goodness that just being around him was bound to be beneficial.  "All right, Adam," Cyrus said.  He went to retrieve his coat. </div> <bR> <div> Macy's was crowded with shoppers and Santa seekers.  There was a long line, and Adam could see Daniel standing with his father, Maggie, Sabrina, and Roxanne. Sabrina saw them first and smiled with relief, beckoning to them.  "Wait a moment, Adam, I'll be right back," Cyrus said softly.  Adam waited willingly at the end of the line, behind a mother with twin toddlers. </div> <div> Cyrus approached Sabrina hesitantly.  He didn't know what to say to her.  "Ah, I believe it would be better not to cut up in line," he began tentatively.  He was aware that everyone was looking at him. "I was feeling better and didn't want to cheat Adam out of his opportunity to see Santa." </div> <div> "I'll come back with you," Sabrina offered. </div> <div> He coughed. "No, no, please, you don't have to do that!"  She looked hurt, and he felt sorrow about that.  <I>Why am I doing this to her?  It's so unfair!  She could be so happy-she deserves to be happy!</I>  He squeezed her arm.  "I'll meet you outside and we'll go window shopping before we go to Central Park."  He looked up to include the others.  "How is that?"  Everyone was in agreement, and Cyrus retreated to wait at the end of the line with Adam. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel felt a little silly approaching this Santa Claus.  He was a kindly man with twinkling blue eyes and a snow-white beard.  He didn't have a jiggly belly, which confused the boy.  Most of these store Santas were either fat or had some padding added to their costume. "Merry Christmas, Daniel, would you like to sit on my lap?"  Santa asked kindly. </div> <div> "No, thanks." Suddenly, the boy started.  "How do you know my name?" </div> <div> "I know everyone's names, Daniel," the man answered.  The boy glared at him suspiciously and then glanced around at the other adults.  They weren't close enough to hear the conversation and weren't paying attention anyway.  His father and Maggie had their arms around each other's waists.  Every once in a while they would look at each other in that mushy way people newly in love gazed into each other's eyes.  Sabrina and Roxanne had their heads together, whispering.  Still, this Santa must have heard one of them say his name.  "If it makes you comfortable to think so, Daniel, it's all right." </div> <div> The boy jerked his gaze back to Santa, frightened.  "No, don't be afraid, my lad," the man was saying.  "Tell me what it is you want for Christmas." </div> <div> Daniel heard himself answering in a whisper:  "Please bring my mother back." </div> <div> Santa answered with compassion, "I don't have that ability, Daniel. Let me try to give you peace of mind, and then you can ask me for a toy.  If you have love in your heart, your mother will always be with you. She'll live with you, in your heart.  All you need do is let go of the bad thoughts and the anger." </div> <div> Daniel stared at him, stunned.  "Daniel, please remember that grown-ups aren't the perfect beings children believe them to be.  Your mother wasn't perfect, and neither is your father.  They love or loved you, though.  And if your father happens to find happiness with his young lady, then remember that she can love you, too.  Love is a wonderful thing, Daniel.  People can give it and give it and give it, and it never runs out."  Santa put his hand on Daniel's hair, patting his head softly.  "What can I bring you, Daniel?" </div> <div> "A hockey stick," Daniel finally mumbled, finding his voice.  He stumbled away from Santa, feeling like a sleepwalker. </div> <div> His father was smiling at him.  "Did you tell Santa everything you wanted?" </div> <div> "Everything," Daniel answered softly.  Something about the tone of his voice caused Quentin to look at the boy closely.  Daniel looked into his father's eyes and felt a warm surge of emotion flowing through his body.  <I>He really does love me</I>, the boy realized.  He glanced over at Maggie, and what he saw in her eyes was not love-but it was genuine warmth.  <I>If I let her, she could be my friend.</I>  "I'm glad we're all here together," he burst out suddenly, and was pleased to see the surprised smiles on their faces.  They all turned to wait for Cyrus and Adam outside.</div> <bR> <div> No one got on line behind Cyrus and Adam.  They made small talk as the line moved along slowly.  Adam stopped and watched when Daniel had his turn with Santa.  The little group moved off, and Adam knew they'd be waiting outside.  Finally, the twins were brought over to see Santa.  One of the helper's looked at the two men and asked curiously, "Them your kids?" </div> <div> "No, no!" Cyrus exclaimed, clearing his throat.  "They are hers." </div> <div> The helper looked momentarily confused and then set up a sign which said, "Santa is</div> <div> feeding his reindeer and will be back in one hour." </div> <div> "Is Santa leaving?" Adam asked, dismayed. </div> <div> "Sure, even Santa's gotta eat," the helper answered with a laugh. </div> <div> "But can't we speak to him?" </div> <div> "Geez, I thought youse were with them!"  the helper exclaimed irritably.  The mother with the twins was leading the children away.  Santa got up and stretched.  "Man's gotta eat, ya know?" </div> <div> "I'm sorry, Adam," Cyrus began, but Adam had already walked beyond the sign. </div> <div> "Hey!" the helper cried out, indignant.  Santa looked around in surprise and watched the giant striding toward him.  Cyrus hurried along behind, trying to grab Adam's sleeve.  He was afraid there would be a scene. </div> <div> "Santa, I've come to see you and I brought my friend, Cyrus," Adam said rapidly. </div> <div> Santa looked at them appraisingly.  "Come and have lunch with me," he invited. </div> <div> "Ah, I don't think, ah …" Cyrus stuttered, positively astonished. </div> <div> Santa looked at his helper.  "There are some adults outside the store with a little boy named Daniel.  Would you kindly tell them that their friends will meet them in Central Park, at the Wollman rink at 63rd and East Drive."  The helper nodded and moved off toward the exit. </div> <div> Cyrus' eyes nearly popped out of his head as his jaw dropped.  Adam nearly laughed at his friend's expression.  Santa was indicating that they should follow him.  Adam tugged on his friend's arm, saying politely, "I would not have recognized you.  You do not look like the Santa Claus I saw in the movie." </div> <div> "That is because I am not Edmund Gwenn," Santa answered pleasantly.  "However, I knew you would be here, Adam, and so I came here this year."  Cyrus had begun to find his voice but could only stutter incoherently. "Please don't be alarmed, Dr. Longworth.  I mean no harm to anyone.  The cafeteria food here hasn't killed anyone yet," Santa said kindly.</div> <div> Cyrus began to bolt and run in the other direction.  Adam grabbed him by the elbow easily and wouldn't let go.  "Perhaps I can help, Cy," Santa said softly.  "Please-allow me to try.  At least let me try to give you temporary comfort." </div> <div> Cyrus swallowed hard.  His throat felt very dry.  <I>He knows.  He knows everything!</I>  He moved with the other two men woodenly, sure that he would be exposed now and ruined.  They were in line in the Macy's cafeteria, and the doctor almost laughed aloud.  What a bizarre place to come to a ruinous end!  He didn't even know what he selected for his tray, following Santa and Adam stiffly to a long table with benches on either side.  He realized that Santa was speaking to Adam and tried to listen, but frightening images of the past and shadowy images of the present distracted him. </div> <div> "Cyrus, you want to be loved and accepted as the decent and gentle man you are," Santa said with a compassionate smile.  When he realized Santa was speaking to him Cyrus his head from side to side, trying to clear his muddled brain.  "First you have to love and accept yourself, including the wounded portion of your soul." </div> <div> "Excuse me?" Cyrus whispered. </div> <div> "You've been badly used by many people.  What happened when you were a little child was not your fault.  The trouble is that evil creates more evil unless it's stopped - you know that instinctively, but your idea to stop evil is flawed.  You cannot draw that person out of yourself, my friend.  Instead, you must embrace him.  Comfort him, for he has been badly damaged.  Rock him to sleep.  While he sleeps, you can set yourself free." </div> <div> "I-I …" Cyrus stuttered, terrified. </div> <div> "You are not bad, Dr. Cyrus," Adam assured him.  "I am sorry if you think you are." </div> <div> "No one is all good or all bad, Adam," Santa explained gently.  "We get ourselves into trouble when we think so.  You know what I'm speaking of, don't you, Cyrus?"  He leaned over the table toward Cyrus and said intently, "You don't need that potion, my friend.  For your sake-throw it away.  Take the money that was given you and give it away.  Look for a place that helps children who are injured as you were and are forced to keep secrets about the people who hurt them." </div> <div> "Who are you?" Cyrus whispered. </div> <div> "I am a Friend who loves you very much," Santa replied.  "Please try, Cyrus.  Only you can choose the path you follow.  You are not a helpless child anymore than Adam is." </div> <div> Cyrus shut his eyes tightly.  <I>I cannot believe this, I absolutely cannot believe it!</I>  When he opened his eyes again, he found only Adam looking at him with great compassion. "I am your friend, too.  I would like to help you," Adam said. </div> <div> "Where-where-is he?" </div> <div> "He was finished with his lunch," Adam replied simply.  "Dr. Cyrus, when we go back to the room I wish you would give me the rest of the drink you've made." </div> <div> "Oh, my God!" Cyrus groaned, covering his face with his hands.  "Adam, you have no idea! None!" </div> <div> "It's all right," Adam reassured him, putting his hand on Cyrus' shoulder to comfort him. " You are my friend, and I am yours.  We will help each other.  Our friendship-it is very much like the Christmas spirit, is it not, Dr. Cyrus?" </div> <bR> <bR> <div> At the Wollman rink, Daniel suggested playing crack-the-whip with his father, Maggie, and Roxanne.  He enjoyed being the tail end because when the "whip" was snapped, he'd let go and glide in crazy circles along the ice, yelling in exhilaration.  He tried not to slide into Sabrina or the other skaters.  Sabrina was an accomplished skater; she was taking this seriously, gliding, spinning, and doing twirls. </div> <div> As Cyrus and Adam approached the rink, they saw Sabrina.  Cyrus stopped cold, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of her.  It was as if she floated across the rink like a ballet dancer, pirouetting, turning, jumping and spinning in mid-air - she was truly beautiful.  Adam looked from Cyrus to Sabrina and back.  "The love is in you, Dr. Cyrus.  Share it," Adam said to him softly. </div> <div> Cyrus inclined his head a little, indicating that he'd heard.  They went to get skates for themselves.  <I>I am not worthy of her, but I can try.  I can try, </I>Cyrus thought, lacing the skates tightly.  He skated out to Sabrina, feeling her start in his arms.  "Sabrina," he whispered.  "I am sorry.  I love you so much."  They began to glide together in a circle, arms around each other.  Sabrina's eyes were brimming again as they moved their arms and began to dance. </div> <div> Adam managed to wobble awkwardly over to his friends.  "Why don't you go on," he encouraged.  "I like to watch you playing that game." </div> <div> "Go without me - I want to stay with Adam," Roxanne said.  So Quentin, Maggie, and Daniel continued their game - a small, familiar unit.  "They look like a family, don't they?" </div> <div> "Yes," Adam agreed.  "I hope they will be." </div> <div> "I'm glad you're here, now, Adam!"  Roxanne sounded happy, covering the anxiety she'd felt all morning.  She had the strangest sensation of being watched. </div> <div> "I am happy to be with you, Roxanne," Adam declared.  "Before we leave New York, I wonder if we can go to the large church here - what is it called?  St. Patrick's?" </div> <div> "But we're not Catholic …" </div> <div> "I think that on Christmas it doesn't matter." </div> <div> Roxanne smiled brightly. "Then -let's!"  They were all going to Radio City Music Hall that evening to see the Rockettes; the following day was Christmas Eve and they would see the last special performance of "The Nutcracker".  After that, Quentin, Maggie and Daniel would go on to Maggie's sister's house for the rest of the holiday. </div> <div> Watching Cyrus and Sabrina together, Adam felt contented and peaceful.  His friend was safe for the time being.  He wasn't sure how long it would last, but Adam was sure that staying here on Christmas Eve night would help Cyrus somehow.  Maybe it would be helpful enough that…<I>what?</I>  Adam wondered.  He'd almost grasped onto the thought but it went away. </div> <div> "Oh, it's snowing!" Roxanne exclaimed suddenly. </div> <div> Adam laughed happily, thrilled at the sight of the snowflakes.  Around the rink, he could hear the others calling out in delight.  Adam threw his arms out, managing to balance himself.  He shut his eyes and opened his mouth to catch the snowflakes on his tongue.  The snow was light and powdery and probably wouldn't last long.  Still, it was a pure and magical kind of snow - just what they all needed, especially in the face of the evil to come in the New Year. </div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>Best wishes for a safe and happy holiday season! </B></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id91.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Puzzle Pieces: Claude"><U>Puzzle Pieces:  Claude</U></A>  <A HREF="id93.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Puzzle Pieces: Maggie"><U>Puzzle Pieces:  Maggie</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id85.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Adam in Parallel Time"><U>Adam in Parallel Time</U></A>    <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Cassies Writing"><U>Cassie's Writing</U></A></div> </td> </tr></table></body>