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Two weeks later Christopher was on a train out of Boston, the meeting with the Beast in the basement all but forgotten. If he had been asked about it, he would have remembered— remembered it clearly in fact. But without a reminder it just seemed to slip into the back of his mind. It was as if some slippery substance sat on the memory and slid it just out of notice beneath his everyday thoughts and growing anxiety of seeing his dad.
For the past weeks he had ignored the attempts by Courtney to get ahold of him. Even to the point of hiding quietly in his room while she banged on the door, demanding that he answer. He hid because he did not have the strength to deal with her. He didn't want it to be over and if he avoided her, he did not have to admit to himself that it was. He did n
