Bell asked after my name, and thus became my wife on a level few achieve. Rena brought the deputy sheriff in on our secret life when she discovered we were psychic man and wife. Of course I am in their head, as, they sought to be in mine.
Above is a letter I sent my daughter, Heather Hanson, on July 10, 2002. This letter will go down in history as the greatest literary betrayal of all time, thanks to Patrice Hanson and Vicki Presco – for starters. In this letter I tell my daughter about the Knight Templars of Rougemont who I have not yet discovered owned the Shroud of Turin. Now that there is no Vicar of Christ sitting on the throne of Peter in the Vatican, then the shroud might be the embodiment of Jesus in the World – until a new Pope is elected.
Heather Marie Hanson is eighteen, or is about to turn eighteen. I believe the latter, for I am desperate to impart my version of The Miracle of our Meeting, because I suspect her mother had her own version that I am not privy to. There was some talk about Heather’s dead…
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