As much of a problem for helping to solve this mystery, was how I was going to arrange more frequent trips to the Ark, without seeming strange to Genna. So far, I’d been able to finesse my excuses with elements of truth. Genna and I had agreed long ago never to lie to each other, fib, maybe, but not lie.
Returning to the house, I showed Genna my purchases. She was unimpressed.
“Genna, it was all very confusing (true). They had so much stuff; I really couldn’t decide what I really wanted. Tee shirts always come in handy for me (half truth).” She accepted this, knowing what a lousy shopper I am.
I turned on a small background light to lessen the eyestrain from the TV, which I turned on next. Flipping channels, I found some news to snooze by, mostly about upbeat, human interest stories, rather than the misanthropic deeds the dregs of the world are involved with. After a half hour, the busy day was catching up with me also. The twilight feeling was drifting toward sleep. What to do about tomorrow, and an excuse to get back to the Ark. Genna was already in snooze mode when I clicked off the TV. Easing my head onto the pillow, I chuckled as I thought of Meatloaf, the singer:
“Baby, baby, let me sleep on it. Let me sleep on it, I’ll give you an answer in the morning …”
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