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Chapter Eight
The remainder of Sunday was enjoyable. I have little
trouble with weekends. It’s the time between weekends that
sometimes gives me problems. All too soon Monday arrived.
The ride to the office was taken up with reflections on the past
few days. Although we realized we’d be seeing her again soon,
June’s visit had been most welcome, but much too short.
Gideon still amazed and intrigued me. There was no
doubt in my mind that he had access to considerable information
and power. I accepted some of his concepts such as time
travel as distinct possibilities, especially since I was a party to
some of those journeys with him. But again, some of his ideas
were difficult to reconcile as I struggled with my “reality
thinking.”
As usual, I was the first one to arrive at the office. As I
walked in turning on the lights, he was waiting for me, sitting
on the chair across from my desk. “Gideon! Not you again!” I
exclaimed.
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