Chapter ElevenAfter being plagued by confusing as well as explicit dreams featuring one—and only one—perfect subject all night, Saturday morning has crept up on me rather suddenly. I rush to get up, splash water on my face and head for the stairs. Sarah is coming in a short while with the rest of my stuff, and it would be nice to at least be showered and ready beforehand.
After living together for years, it's been weird not having her around at all. It's only been a week, but I've really missed her.
As is typical for weekends in our house, everyone else has been up for hours when I make it downstairs at ten. The living/dining areas are abuzz with activity. Dadi is sitting in her usual seat at the head of the table, with Dad towards her right. Mom, meanwhile, is rushing back and forth bet
