Thank you to daccu65 and TiaLouise15 for favoring and following Volume 1 and to Bmoney92 for following it.

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Intro

She quickly checked the basement as she stepped off the bottom step to make sure that everything that Michelle told her about was where it should be. She'd been here before but not since they'd finished setting things up the way they wanted them. Two thirds of the very large basement was used as a training area and was lit with recessed lights. The remaining third had an overstuffed couch and refrigerator for water, to relax in after a workout. It was lit with low hanging track lights.

The training area itself had a weight machine, with a couple of jump ropes dangling off one of the bars, a treadmill, and an exercycle that were all near the outer walls along with a punching bag while the center of that area had floor mats covering about a 20 by 20 area. The perfect size for a sparring match.

It was the center of the mats that she headed for with Ron following close behind. She thought with them standing in the middle it would help to nudge him into the sparring match with her that she thought he needed. A way to vent his hate, but when she reached the normal position for one of the fighters and turned she saw that he had stopped at the very edge, so they were now 13 feet away. The look on his face screamed his feelings of her that a deaf man could hear. If she hadn't already steeled herself for this meeting, she would have flinched from the hard, cold hatred that came pouring from the man that she once called her best friend, her lover.

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To Be Continued in Past and Present by Zaratan, Volume 2.

Chapter 1 will be posted after 9:00 pm EDT, 6/17/2014. Cover art for the first chapter can be found at my Deviant Art page.

Levi2000a dot deviantart dot com

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Janis Ian's 'Aftertones', from the Album 'Aftertones', Columbia Records, 1976:

Sometimes it's all too much to say aloud.
The Sound's a shroud.
The meanings crowd.

Sometimes the words are painful to the ear.
They disappear and nothing's clear.
And all that's left of me are aftertones.
I take them home.
We live alone.

But I remember chains of melody.
It pleases me.
This song's for free,

Within the mem'ries of our life gone by,
Afraid to die, we learn to lie.
And measure out the time in coffee spoons.
In fading suns and dying moons.
Till all that's left to see are aftertones.
And no one knows where meaning goes.

But I remember chains of melody.
It pleases me.
This song's for free.

And, ooo, I like the sound
Of harmony from time to time.
I really do believe
In some kind of tomorrow
When it speaks to me.

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