Epilogue
The fact that the door didn’t scream surprised me. It was unreal, stepping into a dream. The day was hot and the light was blinding. I almost fell down the stairs, catching myself on a railing as I headed toward the street.
“Hey! Hey George!” I heard a familiar voice yelling at me. My eyes were still adjusting to so much light. I tried to wave back in the direction of the sound. “George, let me come and get you.” A moment later, King was there. “Hey, hey! You did it!”
“I did?”
“Yes, you did.” I could feel his hands on me. He was giving me half a hug and half shaking me.
I felt disoriented. “I, I’m not sure.” I didn’t know what I was trying to say.
“Never mind,” King said enthusiastically, “let’s go have breakfast.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I bet you are hungry.”
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