Chapter 7
Frank couldn’t wait for Vaughn to return in five more days. He wished he could confront him right away, to put the silly doubts and fears to rest. He decided to write a letter, not to send, but to have at the ready. It started out as a list of why what he was thinking was preposterous, but ended up more a collection of evidence as to why it wasn’t. So many questions about the sudden appearance of a son never mentioned, the timing of it could be instantly answered.
Vaughn had admitted to being privy to Frank’s feelings for men, a certain man, by eavesdropping on private moments between Frank and the wilderness inhabitants. A memory of a reference to Mary Shelley while reanimating a virtual corpse, and a brief discussion concerning another’s p***s, they niggled at Frank now too,
