Free-falling between hallucinations and megalomaniac
fixations I managed to get my feet on the ground and
enter the kitchen without meeting a vengeful spirit - then
all was lost as I beheld another apparition gestating from
my visions - my son sedately walking into the kitchen while
calmly girding his loins with a turquoise fleecy blanket in
Egyptian-Farao-skirt style, the strange sight an unsettling
experience - suddenly I realized how my poor husband
felt as this is what I like to do: change into apparitions from
time to time, playing with blankets and fleeces and pieces
of string; and for the first time I felt really sorry for a Char-
Lord who must remain sane in a CharPalace where my
Son and I are acting out our own miniplays and once again
I assure my beloved I would PAY for the privilege to eat a
home-cooked meal with my laughing daughter and son
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