It came in a plain canvas bag with a reference number stamped on the side. The catalog description had simply said, “Old Bible, inscribed ‘In memo...y Elyssa and Bjorn Wyrich—undated.’”“We have hundreds of these old Bibles in the stacks,” Leslie said as she laid the book on the table. “If it’s in a canvas bag like this, then usually its condition isn’t too good. So be careful with it and if any pages fall out, try to stuff them back in the right order. You probably won’t need to look at anything. I heard music playing upstairs not extremely loud but it was up a little louder than normal. I didn’t mind since no one was home and it wasn’t disturbing anyone. I started laundry and headed up to get Caleb’s sheets, towels and dirty clothes. Let me pause here a second for some truth. Let’s just be honest, ladies, you know what I mean when a guy has a noticeable bulge from carrying a massive package between his legs, it’s sexy. I know I’m bad but I always noticed Caleb had one of those bulges. It was confession that had led to this evening. Not his own, Bernard had ceased to grapple with his own conscience unlike Jacob who wasted a whole night wrestling with an angel. Jacob had left unattended two horny wives and two equally unrequited servants for lesbian mischief. He always wanted to include that in a Sunday sermon. He couldn’t currently find a way to work it in even with a morality angle.Confession by senior eighteen year old college girls: the highlight of Bernard’s week. They. Him.Will slides down through the floor and walls to the living room. Randy is there, sprawled in the recliner. Will stands behind it, sneering as he begins attuning to the threads of thought coiling around the ex-athelete and soon-to-be-ex-husband.In the real world, Randy Holden would intimidate Will. But Dream is Will's sport -- he is the athlete here. He is in control here. And he sees no need to be gentle.Ordinarily, Will is careful when he treads through others' thoughts in Dream. Finding.