I was in that realm between sleep and wakefulness where we flit from image to image, watching, then experiencing as each image grows in dimension becoming place to place. I saw the Christmas Tree festooned with lights and ornaments, one of which was a silver fork with a ribbon tied around it. Then the three year-old boy, experiencing the first Christmas that he vaguely understood, face full of excitement at the gaily wrapped package, but unsure of just what to do with it.
I asked my mom how her new book was coming. I had read the draft of the first part and was anxious to hear how it turned out. She said she was just finding out herself because “fate is determined by character.”
I am truly an honest man… ask anyone! Nobody can call me a liar because I have never been caught in a lie. I'm smart. I'm strategic. I write down my lies in a little notebook so I'll never forget to whom I told exactly what. It is hard to do. It involves a great deal of work. I am an honest man… ask anyone.
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