“Do you not know me?” asked Mary/Chuckles to
The Musician Sikul Himakt.
“No. I do not know you.”
“How about now?” Mary/Chuckles says beside the window behind him. He turns and examines.
“No. I still do not know who you are. I will probably never know who you are, no matter how many places you manifest or what clothes you wear.”
“Hmph,” she exhales. “Let’s see about this one.”
“Hi Osborne. What’s shak’n?”
Bingo, she thought.
Sikul Himakt enters the village at the top of the steps. Hmph, I guess it hasn’t changed all *that* much, he thought. At least there’s the general store still, the hub of it all. He walks over to it and gets a surprise.
“Welcome to the first town meeting, Musician,” states Morris in a level voice. “You’re just in time.”