I haven't revealed anything to Carl or François about Chuck. I'm not yet ready to do this, especially given how much I seem to be only just starting to remember. How could I have forgotten, but I do suffer from bouts of amnesia. I imagine this encounter today with the Holy Spirit is going to be opening a lot of stuff in me. Anyway, here I am, back in Dad's bedroom, which maybe one day I will call my own bedroom. Just like maybe one day I will call this my house? Maybe it's time to sell and use the equity to help Carl buy that Victorian mansion. Why am I thinking this right now? The door is closed anyway, which is good. I want to have a private conversation with Erik, without anyone eavesdropping, especially Carl. Later, if appropriate, I will tell him. about my chat with Erik. Not Chuck. Not yet anyway.
It is rather nice to lie stretched out on this big bed propped against pillows, but I am getting drowsy, so it's now or never.
"Hi Erik."
"Did I wake you up?"
"No, I was just dozing.
"How are you?"
"Whacked from a super long hike in the Endowment Lands today. I just ate and now seem to be slipping into a food coma."
"Wish I could go hiking. Looks like I won't be walking anywhere outside this room for two weeks..."
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