Chapter Forty-Six
I’m floating in Headspace.
Wait a second. Did I get kicked out of my connection with Rasputin back into—
No.
This is his memory.
It just so happens that the memory is of using Headspace.
Sure enough, I become aware of my father’s thoughts, and it’s a trippy experience because he’s actually thinking about me. A three-year-and-eleven-month-old version of me, who is, according to his obviously biased view, “The cleverest, prettiest, most perfect little angel in all time—past and future.”
I pay close attention and realize something extremely interesting. My father is using Headspace slightly differently from the way I’ve been doing. At least, it’s not just the essence of the young Sasha that he focuses on, but his feelings toward her. Feelings that shock me, as he clea
