”“You said ‘my room’.”I paused and looked at her as she bared it all.“I know.”“Then I guess that means that we ARE home?”“I’m no... quite there yet. Let’s talk.”I went into ‘my’ room and took off my clothes. When everything was put where it needed to be, I walked back out to the living room to find Kendi there with two glasses of wine on the coffee table.I looked at the easy chair.She looked at the place on the couch next to her.I sat next to her.“OK, Kendi. First. Angry.”“Yes.”“At me?”“No.” I. Brandon watched him walk away. "Is he... Actually not-angry?" he said in tones of disbelief."He's... Calmed down a bit," I said. "Obviously he's not perfectly fixed, but, the groundwork is there. Maybe he'll remember some of what I told him."Brandon fixed me with a look. "You're not a lion de-clawer, you know." Oh?" I said."No," he said. "You're a fucking miracle worker."I shook my head. "Only under extenuating circumstances."Well. Two problems down. How many more to go?F .6The fact is, I. Since the day my mother-in-law visited me. Every night, once darkness falls, I am like a vampire, who comes out only at night. The only place you will find me is in the West End. From Wood Green Station the train takes me to Covent Garden. From there I have a pattern I follow. I start Walking to Charing Cross then to Leicester Square. I take a break at Piccadilly Circus. There I sit at one of the restaurants or cafes, preferably by the window. I have a snack while I study each pedestrian that. I was ready to talk to someone anyone. So I spilled my beans to this really cool k** that was willing to sit and listen. I saw his reaction to all I had been through. This guy half my age now counseling me!? wtf? Common man get it together Stan I thought but I did indeed feel much better getting it off my chest. Frank says real cocky like so Stan man you ain't got no place to be for awhile huh. I said no not anymore. What are you gonna do b*o. I said I'm not sure yet. I got an idea you can.