Chelsea is a great kid. She’s was never in any real trouble growing and she always kept her room clean. She’s pretty smart too. She got a combined 1540 on her SATs. She could have gone to Stanford or even Harvard, but she didn’t think she was ready to leave home. The UA offered her a full scholarship and she took it. Saved me a fortune. We used a big chunk of her college fund to buy her a car. She wanted a Prius. She’s got good taste. Lately she’s gotten into photography. I bought her a Nikon D200 for Christmas. She practically fainted.
– Roland August

I’m so excited about the way the world is opening up for Chelsea. She’s always been a very serious girl, but lately she’s been brighter. I had hoped she’s make more friends in high school, she’s so pretty. But she was always studious and a homebody. She spent a lot of time alone. We got her a therapist, and that seemed to help her open up more. She’s embraced college and has some good friends now.
– Anne August

The patient, Chelsea August, began treatment four years ago for mild to moderate chronic depression with signs of obsessive compulsive disorder. Patient was prescribed Sertraline. Side effects were minimal, patient reported some initial insomnia that passed within the first three months. Patient continues to report low libido. In her most recent visit the patient expressed concern about this continuing issue. She reported having attempted self-medication with MMDA (Ecstasy) but felt no tangible result. I explained to the patient that her medication would interfere with the effects of MMDA and discouraged her from further use. To address the patient’s concerns I have prescribed mirtazapine. Will see patient again in six weeks to determine the effectiveness of the new medication.
– Dr. Sharon Thewes

In the back of her closet, Chelsea keeps a scrapbook of naked pictures — of herself. I don’t like knowing they’re there. It kind of creeps me out. I didn’t tell anybody though. She’s a decent sister. She gives me rides in her car and she usually doesn’t bitch about it. She’d never rat me out so I won’t either.
– Jake August

Whenever I look at Chelsea, I remember a photograph of my mother, standing next to her first car, a 1967 Ford Mustang. She’s got a hand on the hood and she’s smiling but her eyes are very serious. My mother had flat ironed blond hair though, and Chelsea’s is dark and curly, like Anne’s. The eyes are exactly the same though, green and fierce. She looks people in the eye when they talk to her. So many people can’t handle that. She smiles a lot, and she’s friendly, but if you pay attention, you can see that she frowns for just a moment after she says anything about herself.
– Henry Jarvis

The High Priestess was sad only a part of the night
The one she had mentored for a season
Was no where in sight
Whatever the matter that stole her attention
The Priestess acknowledged it without dissension
Acknowledged her stage, the Mother, engaged
In finding a path for her children to follow
By hook or by crook her litany they would swallow
Her dishwater hair and her shifting gray eyes
Told the Priestess her will was not strong or wise
Fear ruled her heart, she was dowdy and plain
As if deliberately homely would save her from pain
Even the Shamon was struck by her argument
How strife, and disagreement seemed to lead her to strife
There was nothing discussed upon which she agreed
Hokey Pokey, she declared, leave me to my kitchen ware
I only garden and do what I want when I care, he remembered
Her refusal to don ceremonial dress, she seemed distracted
Removed and depressed.
The Hermit was Kali’s ally. They had things in common that
took them aside. He admired how she kept low key,
disagreeing in silence till all would agree. He like her
Refused to confront, just stepped aside until their way was won
Oh, he could see how she smiled and denied
That she was disgruntled, then they both went inside

The Sorceress knew Kali would not be her friend. Unlike
The Priestess whose heart was her friend, this Kali was aloof
She would not even pretend. No investment from the Sorceress for one who
Was bored stiff and thin, whose goal was not the secret of Abramalin.