“Well, that was pretty deep. Are you going to keep your appointment?” Larry asked after I filled him in what was going on in my dreams and in my “real” life, ending with the therapy session.
“I don't think so, but I'm not sure. I have a week to think about it,” I said as I sipped a Las Puertas piña colada.
“Well, let me know if you'd like my opinion,” he said.
“I think you just gave it to me!” I laughed. Larry smiled. “I really would like your opinion about a couple of things, though. First, what do I do about the stalker?”
“We don't know he's a stalker. You only saw him twice, and neither time did he try to engage you. Could just be a coincidence. I don't know that there's too much you can do at this point, anyway. That said, what would make you more comfortable?”
“I don't know, man. I can't avoid a guy that might be following me. I could confront him, I guess. Or, maybe you could …” I suggested, only half kidding.
“Want me to hit him for you?” he joked.
“Ouch,” I said, still smiling. “You're right. Here's the deal. If he shows up again, I'll just ask him what he wants, and if I think I'm in danger, I'll just run. I'm sure he wouldn't be able to catch me.”
“Plan,” he said. “What else?”
Before I could answer, the waitress brought our dinners. I asked for another piña colada. I sipped the rest of the first drink and handed the empty glass to her, saying, “Thank you, ma'am” as she carried it away. I then continued with Larry.
“The portal. This is baffling. Why do you think I ...