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Everything you need to know about Alan is encapsulated in the following snippet of conversation with Cal... “Good morning, Alan,” I responded as I handed him his cup. “Why don’t you come back to bed?” He patted my side of the bed. “Uhm,” I hesitated. “I really need to get going. My English term paper will not finish itself and it’s due on Monday.” “Oh,” he pouted, “you’d rather think about Thoreau than me?” Good question, I thought. “It’s not a question of what I’d rather do. A responsible adult would work on the paper.”

Nathan has always been someone who was hiding in the diminishing shadows, will we see more of him???

As far as I am concerned, the jury is still out...he supposedly can cook breakfast, can he do homefries, loaded tater tots, steak and eggs...let alone a good cuppa....he can scarf someone else's chocolate muffins...can he make one???

The enemy of my enemy is my friend is my enemy.....

And don't forget Eddie...

Damn the jackalopes and dust bunnies...I'm not gonna cave to their demands or let them blackmail me for my last 4 jars of brown onion gravy and 2 boxes of fruit loops.... I'm immune I say...IMMUNE!!!! If the penguins from Valhalla were to stop by, I might reconsider.....

But of course the a-hole Evens just had to show up...

Well...this should be interesting to say the least!!!

Noah is a user and possibly an abuser, the jury is out till this "secret" party, and of course, there will be all sorts of stuff, weed, booze and pills present. Will Nick come out with his dignity intact??? Loved the interaction with Jack!!

Worse...he called spaghetti sauce...gasp...gravy!!!

Surprisingly Sky held it together while Ryan was in the bedroom, his mental conversation was hilarious...one can only wonder how that conversation will go if they were ever to get together....

Boy, do I feel like a fool for only getting a B- in The Introduction to Physical Science in the 9th grade.... Like others have noted, it is best to know you have a secure means of exiting the planet before entering, I would think, depending on the kindness of strangers, is a bit foolhardy...

I've been there... They sat in the corner clutching half-pints of Guinness like it was weaponized soy sauce.

As with staging a play, can we say the scene is being set for the next couple of chapters.. And no fictional characters have been hurt by Killian's driving in this chapter!!!

Thanks for this and as always very entertaining!!!

Just a note...the same line appears twice... They spent the next day back at the safehouse—bodies sore, sleep restless, minds still echoing with the pulse of the prototype chamber collapsing behind them. But the world hadn’t stopped. And groceries were still low. They spent the next day back at the safehouse—bodies sore, sleep restless, minds still echoing with the pulse of the prototype chamber collapsing behind them. But the world hadn’t stopped. And groceries were still low. Oh my....it took me weeks to live down my walking into a telephone pole.... Six tall, strikingly fit men, all with military posture and skin too smooth, jaws too sharp, hair too perfect—did not disappear. Heads turned. Conversations paused. Some women stared too long. So did more than a few men. A group of teenage boys walked into a lamppost. A barista dropped her croissant tongs. Even straight men glanced twice. Then a third time. And looked confused about it. “Dude,” Leo whispered to Ash, smirking. “I think that guy’s pants twitched.” Ash coughed a laugh into his scarf. “Eyes front, soldier.” Rhys nudged Elias. “You promised to tone down the pheromone field.” “Don’t blame me just ’cause I moisturize.” The kid's a star!!! Rhys mimicked T-Rex arms. Ash made a low growling noise that sent Jonah into giggles. Micah pulled up a dino app on his phone, letting the kid scroll through 3D models. Even Quinn cracked a smile when Jonah declared brontosauruses were “basically salad giraffes.”

Well...what have we gotten ourselves into???

Starting off with a literal bang!!!

We can say for certain...the ice has been broken between the two of them... "I’m not sure we know each other well enough for you to make those kinds of judgments about me, Mr Hansen." Todd looked around to make sure nobody was in earshot before replying. "I’ve carried you over my shoulder, passed out drunk and naked. How much more intimate do you need? And as we’re travelling together, do you think you could find your way to calling me Todd?" Well, was there a glint in his eye when Todd made the following comment, and...one thing is evident, crap doesn't stick long enough on either of them for flies to gather... Todd climbed out of the car, but before closing the door, he could not help himself and leaned in to murmur. "I’d much rather hear how you got those lash marks on your back."

Echoing @Summerabbacat's comments, the growth of all of the denizens in this story is truly remarkable, all except that old bloated, pox ridden cow. This just keeps getting better and better!! And @Summerabbacat....will hit 100 degrees today, and possibly showers tomorrow...but it is like Mississippi has come to my quaint little farm in Central Massachusetts!!!

That he hasn't caught anything is remarkable, some more introspection is in order one hopes...

Ummm, channeling my inner @weinerdog, you really nailed the following... It was during that call I heard the distinct sound of hammering outside my bedroom door. Lex paused mid-sip. “Uh… is that construction? Or an exorcism?” “I think,” I said, getting up slowly, “we’re entering the Home Depot meets holy wrath portion of the evening.” I waited until the coast was clear before cracking open my door and peeked out. And there it was. I am now the proud owner of a modest wooden crucifix, nailed, not hung, nailed to the wall just outside my bedroom door. Tastefully centered, naturally. Probably blessed at some point. Might even be vintage. Lex cackled when I showed him. “She really nailed it,” he said, deadpan. Give me a large bottle of Coke Zero and I'm good to go, no coffee or tea for me please and thanks.. You know us writers, 9/10ths crazy 100% caffeinated and mixed with a side order of chapter plans that look like a demented CSIS murder board... But it's why we're loved by our people, they keep us together when we're out of our minds mid book.

I'm heading to the health clinic to get a check-up on my funny bone and sarcasm gland. Dear lord in heaven did they both wear out last night and Ch 2 will have to wait...um...possibly not...

Having moved twice in the past two years I am living proof that moving sucks.... Linda...you go girl!!!

By rigorous training!!!