Chapter 22
Western NCPhilip
Western NCPhilip
WHEN I AWOKE early Sunday morning, Charles was still sleeping soundly, and I lay there thinking about the previous afternoon. For years I’d wanted to bring someone to this place but had never before let anyone get close enough to me for that. I was pleased that he wasn’t particularly interested in spending the weekend in tourist-type activities; there would be plenty of time for such on future trips, of which I hoped there would be many. I ruminated for a while and must have dozed off, waking up again only when I felt him roll over and push against me.
“Awake?” he said.
“Yes, although I woke up earlier and dozed off again.”
“Good,” he said as he started doing things with his hands. After we’d taken care of those needs, we dressed in runnin
