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"You guys are like two peas in a pod", says Carl.  "In fact, Chris, why don't...why don't we stop long enough so Kenny and I could change seats..  It might be better for you both if you could sit together in the front here while talking." "Thanks, Carl, that's very kind, but I think we're okay."  And I don't want to complain about having to pull over and stop in mid-traffic. "We're okay, Carl", says Kenny.  "It'll be like talking on the phone.  But that is kind of you.  So, you guys read my journal together." "with Francois, yes, Chris shared it with us.  Sorry." "Nothing at all to apologize about, friend, and this does make you and I friends.  When I appeared to Christopher in order to tell him about the diary's whereabouts, it was with the idea that he would share the contents with a trusted party and now this bonds us together, you and Francois." "You appeared to Chris?" says Erik skeptically. "I must have been in coma at the time.  But in my closet was hanging a set of old fashioned leather pockets that Jim had given me from his own childhood.  The diary was in one of those pockets." "And that is exactly where I found it", say I. "Do you have it with you?" "It's in my backpack and that is behind your head by the rear window.  Do you want it back?" "No, not yet.  But I am glad to have it with us...."