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April 15, 2019
Rio Chama, New Mexico
Beecher sat on the porch of his rustic cabin outside of Rio Chama. The night air was cool and overhead clouds played tag with the moon. Alone at night under the stars used to make him feel uncharacteristically vulnerable as though he were back in Vietnam waiting for an ambush. But the drone of crickets made him sigh with contentment. He knew it was only a moment’s peace, because a storm was brewing out there around the shrine and maybe in his personal life. He and Myriam had not really patched things up as a true couple would. They had reunited as lovers and were working together for the betterment of the shrine, but there was still something missing.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table beside him.
He put down his coffee. He swiped the answer i
