That is not an unusual sensation here", says Carl. "What's it like for you this time around?"
"No need to go there", Aaron replies, winking, and of course we know exactly what he is insinuating That right now, he is probably sitting in front of his laptop somewhere writing this all down recording it like an interdimensional fly on the wall. And of course it isn't time to reveal any of this to any of the others. Right now we all already have plenty of weird to have to reckon with.
But I still can't get over my curiosity so, since he is seated right next to me, I ask him, "Where are you right now?"
"Colombia."
"Colombia!"
"Sh, not in front of the children!"
"Where in Colombia?"
"Medellín. I am staying with my friend there right now.
"Hey, no whispering in class", Carl says.
"Sorry, teach'", says Aaron with a conspiratorial grin. "And anyway, we were talking about your father."
"Yes, our father." Carl reaches for one of the few remaining cookies on the plate in front of him, then hesitates, then changes his mind and grabs it anyway and in two bites it is now heading towards his digestive track.
"Yes, Dad could be a charmer alright, as long as they weren't his own family."
"But even if he was our dad, there was something decidedly creepy about him", says Melissa. "And he really seemed to be bunkering down here, as though trying to repel some enemy, seen or unseen..."
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