CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The Gulag
Following the Mouseketeers gathering, I made my way through connecting corridors with Marlys’ trailing not far behind me. My mind abandoned vital business, which I had discussed in detail at the meeting. Instead, my attention was concentrated on what might occur when we both came together at my door. I was not going to deny her again, if that is what had happened before.
My interactions with Marlys had never had any real substance to them. I had never left her presence certain of anything, especially my standing with her, or my place in her life. If I had one. I walked with a firm step. We had this night before us. The morning was eight hours away. The ship was not due to sail until mid-afternoon. Tomorrow would come soon enough, and it would have sufficient hours to accomplish the mission, or at least enough to give me a marginal chance of success.
Best movie I’ve watched since Thirty Days of September! Picked up on it yesterday from chapter eleven. Sure glad it was Sunday, otherwise I may have gotten nothing done today. First thing I found this morning was a new chapter of Thirty Days. What a way to start the day! Good to hear you’re recovering well. Take your time and listen to the women watching over you. As much a we, as men don’t appear to like it, they usually know what’s best.
Thanks Jack, I am taking as much care as I can.
Appreciate the support as I go through…
Semper fi,
Jim