Mel returned to his cottage after his morning walk with Chelyan, showered, and eagerly attacked his fresh fruit breakfast. He was still having considerable difficulty believing how the events that transpired at Chelyan’s cottage over the previous twenty hours or so had totally transformed his life.
Carrying the oversized coffee mug, he commanded himself to settle in at his computer and attempt to make some progress on his manuscript. Fat chance. He spent most of his time reminiscing about the wonderful – and quite unexpected events that transpired with Chelyan. His reverie was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He immediately recognized that it wasn’t Chelyan by the ringtone.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Mel, it’s Dean in St. Louis.”
“Hi, Dean. How’s it going in St. Louis?”
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