Chapter 22
Western NC
Philip
WHEN I AWOKE early Sunday morning, Charles was still sleeping soundly, and I lay there thinking about the previous afternoon. For years I’d wanted to bring someone to this place but had never before let anyone get close enough to me for that. I was pleased that he wasn’t particularly interested in spending the weekend in tourist-type activities; there would be plenty of time for such on future trips, of which I hoped there would be many. I ruminated for a while and must have dozed off, waking up again only when I felt him roll over and push against me.
“Awake?” he said.
“Yes, although I woke up earlier and dozed off again.”
“Good,” he said as he started doing things with his hands. After we’d taken care of those needs, we dressed in running gear and jogge
