Chapter 22

“I am, and you are?” I stammered. A handsome man in Dr. Kamara’s room was not something I had expected that morning.

“Karl. Karl Carlyle. Perhaps you’ve seen my show.”

“Oh, shit!” I said. “You’re that Karl Carlyle. You look different in real life,” I said.

“Is that a good thing?” he asked.

“A very good thing,” I responded.

“Oh, well then, thank you. Olivia!” he yelled to the back of the cabin. “Mark is here!”

Dr. Kamara walked out of the bedroom fully dressed and approached Karl.

“Good morning, Mark,” Dr. Kamara said. “Please come in. Karl, you should have invited him in.”

“Sorry, Mark. We were just talking,” Karl said. “Please come in, Mark.”

“Thanks, Mr. Carlyle. Good morning, Dr. Kamara,” I said, entering the small cabin.

“I can’t believe you still have him calling you Dr. Kamara,” Karl said, turning to her. “You can call me Karl, Mark.”