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We drove to the resort in my Volvo, which we’d retrieved from the UFO Depot’s parking lot before following the van to Kara’s house. It wasn’t far. Then again, I was starting to get the impression that nothing was all that far away in Sedona.
As promised, Kara’s friend Miguel did take excellent care of us, leading us to a secluded cottage on the resort’s grounds, not all that far from Oak Creek. After he left, I opened the windows, and a gentle night breeze, overlaid with the soft, whispering sounds of the creek, drifted into the sitting area.
Neither Paul nor I said anything for a minute. My luggage had still been safe in the trunk of the Volvo, so I had the spare clothes and toiletries for both Paul and me that I’d retrieved from the motel in Pomona. Was that only the day before
