Chapter 15The Festival of the River God was here. It was the second day in the ninth month of Berm. I had spent the last three days getting my themily ready, and I even did a couple of prayer sessions with Diakono Copperwith. I still had my misgivings about prayer, but I had to admit that I felt better after those prayer sessions, and Diakono Copperwith encouraged me to reveal everything that was going on in my mind. I began to learn that prayer was good for getting all the thoughts out of your mind and out into the universe.
Maisa came to my room each day to become the first listener to my themily. She offered suggestions for word selection and delivery. I decided to incorporate her suggestions, along with the one I was supposed to read at Fat Vincent’s duplex a couple of nights ago. I h
