It didn't occur to Jonathon, not even for a moment, that his Dad would not be at home and he'd be calling from somewhere else.  And where that somewhere else wasn't anywhere he knew.  Ambrosia brightened the house with her smiles.<br/><br/>So it was Jonathon and Ambrosia , sitting in the proverbial tree together.  There were so many things that Jonathan wanted to say; so many feelings surfacing for him; he loved his Dad, but not the way he would sometimes drink himself into oblivion.  He also knew that if his dad was not home yet - it would be another rough  night.<br/><br/>Turning to the love his life, he held her closely, losing himself in what he knew would be the last day he would see her in a long time.  He gently kissed her neck, her lips, her hair.  He felt a burning sensation ... in his pocket.  Turning away from her for one moment, he pulled the strange necklace out.  It was glowing brightly.  It was literally burning; he didn't want Ambrosia to know he had it.  But, why was it glowing?  He turned back and resumed caressing his love; he put the amulet back in his pocket, this time in between his wallet.  He hoped it would stop glowing ... at least stop burning.<br/><br/>"Can I stay with you tonight?  And then see you off tomorrow?  I think my dad is going to need the night to ... to ... ya kow Ambrosia, he was wrestler when he was younger. "  Jonathon began crying.  He was losing both people he cared about.