he finally met his daughters Reiki
master
it occurred to him that when she
was a little girl he didnt let her visit a friend or conceive of an overnight
unless he had met her friends parents
no fuckin brainer he vetted
he was vetted
parents keenly watching out for their
children
and in this thinking an epiphany occurred while his daughter had been training with her Master for many years he had
never met herYES his daughter had childrenwas an adult yet and because they lived hundreds of miles apart he hadnt had the opportunity to meet her
so since he made a sudden visithis daughter already had planned a session he asked her if he could ride along to meet
Karren then leave them to their Reiki
and he would walk for a cup of coffee afterwards she could pick him up
Karren is a beautiful spirit
they embraced when they met
then he left them to their Reiki
and he went for his coffee he carried his
everpresent cloth sackhung by its handles over his shoulder which held pens
paper clipboard and usually two books though cut to one as the session would be
an hour and a half
his daughter recommended an
organic food store not a mile off along the
way home when she finished her session called
Erewhon
he remembered the store upscale
attracted the attractive peoplewealthy people who could afford expensive
organic foods
the storeas he recalled was magnificent maintained to peakperfection it gave him goosebumps to walk in and pay
five dollars for an medium organic black drip coffeehe hadnt had a coffee out
in well he couldnt remember the last time
whywouldhe he had coffee and a coffeemaker at home he glibly defied convenient products
he took an outdoor four-chair table
in the shade to himself
it was hot outside
most of the customers remained
indoors in the lavish café that had counters countertables and intimate café tables
four chairs knee to knee
setting his coffecup and saucer
down he slipped his carryall to the tabletop across from him
he picked up the book he brought JFK and The Unspeakable: Why He Died and Why
It Matters a harrowing insightful political
and US Intelligence history their
audacity hubris their wicked wicked ways
it made him
gag to be an American
No he wasnt going to readhe read as he walked
over No he was going to write his daughter letterhe used to have coffees and
write letters while people looked over his shoulder and asked what language he was
writing in he
guessed audacity didnt stop at Intelligences waters edge he did though enjoy the slap of their jaws when
they hit the floor whenwithout looking up he said English
to be fair to the eavesdroppers
his handwriting had flourisheshe could have been a tagger and he defied writing
line after linehe wrote small organic
wholes then spun the pagetilted iwent upside down and traversed whole to whole
with arced arrowheaded lines mishmash in
brilliant BICred ink every pagefront and
back looked organic looked artfully
but thats because it appealed to
him
he never received one of his
letters
he thought if he had he would be thoroughly
entertained
it wasnt necessary his words communicated
anything
he called it mosaic
his parents said they could only
read a page at a time
they called it a labyrinth
See! even his parents could get onboard
however they also complained it was not easy to read or comprehend
he laughed If it made you thinkeven if you didnt
understand a word of it it made you think I dont care if you can read it or not If some worm turned in your brain I did what
I wanted to do
so he put JFK aside and wrote his
daughter letter
he lifted his eyes to the customers
coming to the store out of the parking lot
manymany bodacious women scantilyclad it was a hot day
but the surprisehe was grateful his
daughter hadnt showed up yet was the two
bikers on chopped Harleys wearing black leather colours insigna filthy hair moustached
beards grisly bulked up tatted
it seemed Erewhon preceded itself and attracted clientele like moths to a bright lightbulb in the dark
his daughter arrived before the
bikers exited
he was curious what they might have purchased he prayedand
he didnt pray it wasnt beer or alcohol
1615, Moanday,
5 8. 19
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