The voice is coming from a tall older man standing at the doorway. I haven't seen him before. He seems remarkably serene, and there appears to be kindness in his face. His hair is nearly white and he has large penetrating grey eyes, and the face of a saint. I am not sure which saint, but in this person's presence I feel truly and authentically good.
"Hello Glen", says Carl with a welcoming smile. "Won't you come in and sit with us a bit."
"I don't mean to keep you from anything."
"We are not in a hurry around here", he says, openly gesturing to one of the empty chairs, "Come in and meet our good friend Christopher."
"Pleased", says Glen, extending to me his hand.
And now we are all seated together.
Glen says, "Michael, Lazarus and Adam will all be down here shortly. Sheila is resting right now, but she also said that she is going to join with us."
"And how about the other two?"
"Tristan alone refuses to compromise, but Matthew seems almost persuaded. He said he will come down for coffee anyway."
"Except for Tristan, anyway", says Sarah, "that is incredibly good news..."
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