..crashed headlong into the carpet of my tiny living room. Our legsand arms were intertwined, and I heard Emily yell "Fuck!" at the top of herlungs. ...I struggled to my feet, still disoriented and dizzy. Ifelt...wrong. I was trapped again in this body that wasn't pretty,couldn't give pleasure, which wasn't Gisele. I tried to get myselftogether as best I could, mentally detailing who I was, where I lived, whatI did.Dario....Emily looked distraught as well. Her naked body was like. Follow your bliss." But you said..." I said I would have liked you to sleep with me, but that ignored what you wanted to do. You did what you wanted to do, I assume, and slept with Matt. I presume that made you happy. I want to make you happy. Ergo, I should sometimes suppress my own wishes, and urge you to do what you want. That doesn't happen too often, so make your own decision and go with it. I think sleeping with another person redefines the intimacy with that person, strengthens the bonds. You and Bobby can sit at the table, and Mikki and I willstart to clean up in here."The old man only ate the soup, while Bobby nibbled at a cookie Rachaelhad packed for him. M. Verdun put the sandwich into his fridge so thathe could have it later in the evening. While he was eating, Rachael andMichaela started cleaning the living room, sorting the newspapers intobundles for recycling, and sweeping and dusting the entire living room.When they finished, it no longer looked like a hoarder lived. ‘Mei Chun, call me,’ was all she said. Mei noted she sounded concerned but didn’t stir. She was seconds from sleep. ‘Honey, call me please. We have to talk,’ was the second. Karla left similar messages at 10:45 and 11:00. Rather than listen to the others he hit the ‘Call Back’ text in blue letters below the message. He put the phone on speaker and lay it on his chest and saw Mei’s eyes flutter closed. ‘Jesus, thank god you called, Mei honey.’ ‘Mei Chun is her name Karla, please call her.