" Not in the least," she countered. "As if it ever was. We can all feel and hear everything from anyone we are connected to. Even the most private tho...ghts or memories." Not sure I like that one," Tom thought.To ease things a little Valerie added, "At least Spirits usually keep private thoughts to themselves. Makes life easier. It can be unsettling to know what a friend actually thinks of and about you."Just then another mist set in and Marilyn settled on a chair opposite me. "Or what he or she. Then a tall old man walked in. He was surprised to see me there. He looked like a bear, hairy tall, a bit of a belly and a moustache. He came towards me and stood infront of me. I pulled my earphones out.He: what are you doing here son?me: oh... i was just waiting for a friend we decided to meet up herehe: boy this is not a place to hangout with friends...me: oh alright ill just leave when my friend get herehe: alright ill give u companyHe sat down with me and we were talking. He thought i. ”“Rosé it is,” Joe chuckled.He grabbed a cab on Ninth Avenue and went crosstown to Consuela’s Upper Eastside apartment. A nice if small two bedroom in a large, plain apartment building built in the late fifties. The ladies were both dressed comfortably. T shirts, with Consuela wearing warm up pants and a cute frilly pale pink apron with cursive stitching—”stomach” on the abdomen with a two sided arrow, pointing up at the word, “heart” appropriately placed, and down at the word “brain,” perhaps. I know I could taste something in her mouth that had to be residual traces of what she had swallowed earlier.She patted the seat next to her. We sat there naked while she started talking to me about the next time. "Mark is going to be going to his aunt and uncle's house across town this for several days. He leaves tomorrow and will be back Wednesday. Is there a chance the next lesson might happen tomorrow or the next day?" I told her we could have lessons every day he was gone if she had.