7
“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 ...
Get Uncovering the Life of Your Dreams now with the O’Reilly learning platform.
O’Reilly members experience books, live events, courses curated by job role, and more from O’Reilly and nearly 200 top publishers.
