February 5, 2015 - 8:30 a.m. - Los Gatos
Steve and I are sitting in the common room: he just finished breakfast.
Steve: Do you have a car?
Me: Yes. I brought the truck.
Steve: Let's go! I want to go home.
Me: With me? To my home?
Steve: Of course.
You cannot tell me that he is incapable of free thought.
Me: I can't take you yet.
Steve: She was here.
Me: Eve?
Steve: (annoyed) Who else?
Me: (whispering in his ear) I know she is making you stay and I can't take you out.
Steve: I know she put me here. She'll [have you] arrested.
Me: Right. I have to go.
Steve: I can't go.
Me: Right. I'm so sorry. I love you.
Steve: Love you. Bob here at 12.
Me: Yes.
He knows. He understands. How very painful for all of us.
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