"You actually were pretty funny", say I, reaching for the bag of chocolate chips which Carl passes to me.
"Still , it wasn't very responsible of me. And I really appreciate the way Aaron took charge."
"He's pretty good, isn't he?
"You know, he works in the mental health field?"
"I heard him mention something about that. Anyway, he's pretty good with difficult people. By the way, Carl", say I while yet more little lumps of bitter sweet chocolate delight slowly merge into my tongue, "What do you make of his claim that he is really writing us in a novel that he is working on?"
"With that guy", says Carl, receiving back from me the bag and now popping some chocolate chips into his own mouth, "You never know what to expect. He could be bullshitting. Or maybe not. But didn't you also have a glimpse into his apartment, I mean while we were in the diner?"
"I honestly don't know what to make of that. But I apparently was able to describe his place accurately, at least to his satisfaction. But I also seem to have that proclivity."
"I would call it a gift",says Carl.
"Yeah, I suppose. Whatever..." and knowing full well that I could say more, instead I am picking up Kenny's journal again, because really, I want to keep reading, and this is a subject I really don't want to delve into right now...
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