7 February 2007
. . . his name. He’s been living on the shelf next to the bed for a couple of months, now. He came home from an errand run with Kyle one day*, and he seems happy here. He actually reminds me quite a bit, of Cormac! But, he simply will not tell me his name. Can anybody out there, hear him?
8 February 2007
*I just figured out why he wouldn’t tell me his name. I think he had his feelings hurt that I couldn’t even remember where he came from ! Tonight, looking at him just as I have every night, it came back to me! He didn’t just come home from an errand run . . . he actually talked Kyle into bringing him home to me where we were staying at the Tremont Hotel in Galveston for Dickens on the Strand! Kyle and George were shopping, and killing some time on Friday morning of that weekend, and this little guy showed up on my pillow soon thereafter! Maybe now that he knows I care enough to remember his story, he’ll open up a little more and let me know his name.
~MB
