For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

The boss was making sounds that bordered on threat when I left work on
Wednesday. I strongly suspect that I will see no job when I get back.
Well, I will worry about that when I get back. Too bad I couldn’t open her
mind to the ethical and practical implications of abundance. I tried…but
she just couldn’t grasp it.
I met yesterday with several writers but not Stephen. We discussed what I
might say in the limited time I will have. We honed it, added lines for
Stephen, lines of response for me, and so on. It was lots of fun, and some
of the suggestions for repartee had us cracking up. It was a very enjoyable
time and I count myself lucky to have been invited.
I will spend the weekend wandering around Manhattan, maybe riding the
subway out to Coney Island – I keep hearing how fun and historic it is –
and take in the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, and maybe
look over “Ground Zero…” The last I am unsure about, since it is likely
to drive home the evils the Lizard Hearted can concoct and inflict on the
populace they control, and I would rather fill my time with happy thoughts
while I am here. It is such a rare opportunity, and I don’t want to spoil it.
“That must have been so exciting for her,” I commented to Lee as we took a break. “I
wish I could have been a fly on the wall of the meeting with the writers.”
Lee agreed. “Yeah, those historic moments we will never have the details of… Wish we
both could have been there.”
I nodded earnestly in response and then suggested, “Shall we have breakfast? I’m getting
famished.” Lee kissed me quickly in response and hopped up out of bed.
“Sure,” Lee replied, “but I get to make it today!”
“Great,” I nodded happily, stretching and then pulling myself up and out of the bed.
We made our way out through the jungle and Lee said he would call me when breakfast
was ready as he turned towards the kitchen. I headed on to the living room to check my
email.
When I got to my couch I brought up the Web and then my email. I had a few more
announcements of products available and two responses to my mailing about Little
Buddha and Companion. A George Pingau and Nguyen Li both had fallen in love with
the work. Both were asking if I would part with the painting. Since I knew neither, I
wrote to each asking about their thoughts on the work, hoping to determine which was
the better to give it to. By the time I had finished writing and sending the inquiry, and
just as I was starting to explore information on the Web, Lee called me to breakfast.