Chapter 11

The man must have recognized Stephen’s dilemma. He opened a dresser drawer and tossed a sweatshirt and sweatpants to Stephen. “These should fit you well enough. The bathroom is at the back of the house. You’ll love it, it’s a…”

“Transcendent experience. Yeah, I know.”

Chris tilted his head, like a dog trying to hear better. “That’s what my mom always called it. How did you…?”

“Cal told me.”

Chris’s elegant eyebrows rose as if asking for an explanation.

Stephen had none to offer. So he just pulled on the sweats and walked out the bedroom door.

Chris called down the hall after him, “There’s new toothbrushes and disposable razors in the cabinet. Help yourself. I’ll be in the kitchen.”