CHAPTER 11After Sam and Ping had returned the furniture to its proper location, everyone took a seat, and Andrea’s gaze settled on Sam.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
Sam shrugged. “Fine, a little light-headed. But, like I said before, the other Sam meant no harm, and I don’t think he did any.”
“If you intend to take the luminaire to the swamp, it might be a good idea if I work with you on how to properly channel the thoughts of your counterpart—just to make sure you can do it when I am not around,” she said.
Diana said, “I can drop him off at your place tomorrow for an hour or so. I need to run into town to pick up Mara’s pet chobodon. We left her at the shop, and Mr. Mason’s grandson called to let me know he found it hiding behind the shelves in the back room.”
“Ginger. Is she okay?”
