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"Kenny!" I am crying out and running over to my long-lost friend before he disappears with the Holy Family out of the room, "Please stop. Come back and talk to me." I am holding my dear friend by the shoulders, and now I know beyond any shadow of doubt that it is indeed Kenny whose shoulders I am gripping, almost trying to bodily drag him back into the room with me. "It's okay, Chris", he says, smiling. "I do have to help our hosts with dinner. You stay here with the others. Jesus is right. You need time to talk for a while among yourselves. You and I can pick up after dinner. Christopher, after a few days here you are going to get sick of seeing me all the time. We are going to have a lot of time together, my friend."