12
David
When I woke the next morning, the doubts and confusion I felt at Bartok’s suites were gone. The rare rain from yesterday had stopped, but I knew the air pressure remained low because the demons went into action early. Thanks Fred, for bringing me back to reality.
“Sarah!” I called out. “Let’s Holo Lily. Hold back my Zep until after the call.”
“Of course.” She activated the controller.
Our morning dance went at a slower tempo this morning to avoid over-stimulating Fred. Sarah selected loose-fitting clothes on these more difficult days. A different costume for a different dance.
When I finally leaned back into the wheelchair, the worst was over. In the bathroom, Sarah wiped the perspiration from my forehead, spread cold shaving cream on my face, and we continued our routine.
