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Revised Edition of The Lake Demon Chapter Nineteen

Lionel gave all Edith’s belongings to her sister and found a nice, quiet apartment block a short distance from the university. On many days the professor would not even take the bus. He would walk to work if it was not raining out. He rented a two bedroom apartment mostly because he had accumulated lots of stuff over the years. What he liked most about his new apartment was the hardwood floors and the rather old fashioned, historical feel of the place. Many of the things that Lionel owned blended in well with the general ambiance of the apartment.
Lionel loved music. He grew up listening to the early recordings of The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. Eventually he came to prefer The Rolling Stones especially their early albums, Aftermath, Out of Our Heads and December’s Children. Lionel especially liked the exotic, eclectic flavor that Brian Jones brought to these recordings.
When he was in grade eleven Lionel discovered the music of Led Zeppelin. He listened to Led Zeppelin II, Led Zeppelin III and Led Zeppelin IV until he almost wore out these records. There were other artists that Lionel was also a fan of such as Bob Dylan, Neil Young and The Guess Who. Now that he was in his sixties Lionel found that he really enjoyed the heavy metal, straight ahead rock and roll music of Motorhead. The professor had spent a lot of time finding space in his new apartment and eventually organizing his vast collection of LPs, CDs and cassette tapes. Lionel even found a few old eight tracks in his collection.
The professor had to use a good portion of his second bedroom for his bookcases and boxes and stacks of books. Lionel had enjoyed reading books by Stephen King since his own days as a university student. His favorite works included The Dark Half , The Tommy Knockers and a collection of King’s short stories called Nightmares and Dreamscapes. Recently Lionel had read and enjoyed one of Stephen King’s new releases called 22-11-63. This novel centered around the 1963 assassination of President John F. Kennedy.
Lionel was very grateful for all the book cases that his son had built for him. Eric was a carpenter and possessed many skills that Lionel lacked.
The other author that Lionel loved was J.R.R. Tolkien. He had read The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings several times and also owned the DVD trilogy pack of Peter Jackson’s The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers and The Return of the King.
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Revised Edition of The Lake Demon Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen:

“Your input on this project would mean the world to us, “said Kyle.
“Who’s us?” asked Dr. Phelge.
“Oh, I already have a few friends who want to get in on this expedition of discovery. They’re in the pub right now. Would you like to meet them?’
“Some other time, Kyle. I would like to spend the rest of my first day of my sabbatical leave on vacation. Tomorrow morning I’ll give your proposition some serious thought. Why don’t you call me in a few days and I’ll tell you what I’ve come up with? And here’s my business card. It also has my home phone number on it.”

”Thank you, sir. I’ll leave you alone to relax now,” said Kyle.
Lionel Phelge finished off his beer, walked out of the university’s pub and walked across the street to the bus stop. His apartment was not very far from the university so he usually took the bus to work. Lionel didn’t want to pay the monthly parking rates charged by the university.
Life had changed drastically for the professor after the passing of his wife Edith. Within the fist month of her death Lionel figured out that he could not live in their family home any longer. The old house just had too many memories of his deceased wife and the wonderful life they once had. He knew that he would have to learn how to survive on his own and he thought that a fresh start in a new place would be the best thing to do.

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Episode 149 of The Lake Demon, A Novel

Episode 149:

“Life is full of surprises. I met up again with Blake Riley when I attended Business College. I couldn’t believe how different he looked. Blake now looked clean and was wearing a new sweater and a nice pair of dress pants. I asked him about his life after he left our grade six class,” said Jack.
“So, how did Blake explain his extreme makeover?” asked Bobby.
“I can’t recall everything he said, but he did tell me that when his mother passed away, his Uncle Jordan took him in. Blake said that his uncle was a top notch salesman and was also a motivational speaker. Uncle Jordan both quoted from and read all of Napoleon Hill’s books. He insisted that Blake read them too. To make a long story short, I gather that Blake’s uncle made a very positive impression upon him and helped his nephew turn his life around.”
“Okay. What’s the connection between Blake O’Riley and Mike O’Grady and why do you want to get in contact with Mike, anyway?” asked Bobby.

“The answer to your first question is that there isn’t any connection between Mike and Blake at least, in the present time.

I’ll have to make another long story as brief as I can. After Blake finished Business College his uncle passed away. It was cancer if I remember correctly.
Blake did not taking his uncle’s death well. Although Uncle Jordan made a ton of money in business he always had a good set of ethics and a strong sense of morality. Jordan attended his local Baptist church regularly and was very devout about his values and beliefs. He would never knowingly rip anybody off and he was very loyal to his business associates and his investor friends.
While living with his uncle, Blake received a solid grounding in Jordan’s belief and values. He even became a Christian while his uncle was alive. Unfortunately, Blake’s world came tumbling down after Jordan’s death and Blake’s beliefs and behaviour took a turn for the worse.”

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Episode 148 of The Lake Demon, A Novel

Episode 148:
“Have you ever heard of a guy named Blake Riley?” asked Jack. While was talking on the phone Jack was staring straight ahead at one of his own abstract paintings that he had mounted on the wall in front of him. His living room was starting to smell a bit musty so Jack walked over to open up a window.

“Blake Riley? Anyone who is reading my recent articles on Ogopogo knows who Blake Riley is. He’s that rich, eccentric entrepreneur who’s funding the university’s research project on Ogopogo,” answered Bobby throwing his Danish wrapper in the plastic garbage container to the left of his desk.
“It’s a small world, Bobby. Blake Riley was in our grade six class when we were in elementary school. I don’t know if you remember him from back then. Blake was a tall, skinny kid who always looked dirty. His clothes were well worn and always had holes in them.
“Now I’m starting to remember,” said Bobby with surprise.

“When I interviewed Blake on the phone I never made the connection. Blake didn’t stay long in our class, as I recall,” now sitting up straight in his leather upholstered chair.

‘You’re right about that. Blake was only in our room for about six months or maybe less. Blake was a bully who used to threaten little kids for their lunch money. Eventually, Mr. Dole, our principal, called in Blake’s mother to discuss the situation. As Blake’s mom was behind on her rent payments she took this as a sign that they should move again to a place that charged lower rent. So Blake ended up having to change schools again,” said Jack.
“Poor kid,” said Bobby.
“Don’t feel too sorry for him,” said Jack taking a sip of his coffee.
“No one in our class liked him. Blake was a bully, a liar and a thief. A lot of things went missing in our classroom during Blake’s stay with us.”

“Year I recall never finding my geometry set and my Batman comic books seemed to mysteriously disappear that year,” said Bobby scratching his head. He now remembered the day that the school nurse found lice in Blake’s hair.

“Life is full of surprises. I met up again with Blake Riley when I attended Business College. I couldn’t believe how different he looked. Blake now looked clean and was wearing a new sweater and a nice pair of dress pants. I asked him about his life after he left our grade six class,” said Jack.


Episode 136 of The Lake Demon, A Novel

Episode 136:

Blake and Jack Kimberly had been at odds lately. Their business ideas were starting to diverge. Blake had been pondering on how he could legally get away from Jack and now he saw a way out. It would be through his new girlfriend, Debra Lane.
One evening Debra Lane offered to buy Blake dinner at a high class hotel dining room. He eagerly accepted her offer and they met in the luxurious dining room of an upscale exclusive hotel, When the waiter arrived at their table to give them both menus and to take their orders, both Blake and Debra ordered drinks while they decided on what they would like to have as their main meals.
“Blake, I’ll get right to the point. You know that you are a very handsome man and that I am physically attracted to you. However, I believe that we have more than that going for us,” said Debra taking a sip from her glass of water.
Blake found Debra to be just as attractive. Debra had long straight blonde hair, a trim, fit figure and gorgeous long legs, She had already told him that she was twenty-four years old and was very dissatisfied with her present marriage. She came from a wealthy family and was now missing many of the luxuries that she had enjoyed while living with her parents.
When Debra first met her husband Roman, he had been an up and coming star in a major life insurance company. He was so charismatic that he had little difficulty selling both life insurance and investment products. It appeared that Roman would soon be a member of the exclusive Million Dollar Round Table group of insurance salesman and would be making an impressive income that was bound to keep increasing with each passing year.
The problem was that although Roman enjoyed money and the things that he could buy with it, he was at heart, an artist. He loved to create things such as fascinating novels and abstract oil paintings. This last year his insurance and investment policies sales had actually decreased from the previous year. Instead of lining up meetings with prospective clients, Roland was now spending more time at home working on his writing and painting. This change in Roland’s priorities was presently causing much conflict between himself and his wife. Debra was not at all supportive of her husband’s artistic endeavors. She wanted him out of their house making large sums of money.
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Chapter 11 of Roswell Revisited 2014

Author’s Note:

  It is now time to bring back two characters from my previous play, The Escaped Convict. The two characters are Steve Wyler and Harry O’Finsky. In my last play, Steven Wyler and Harry


O’Finsky were in a wrestling match with Hulk Hogan and Jake the Snake Roberts. There is mass chaos breaking out in the ring. Steve Tyler grabs Harry O’Finsky who is disguised as the Masked Mauler. The two convicts run backstage and enter an old storage room near the back of the arena.


Steve:  We’ll be safe in here for a little while, Harry. I had to get you out of the ring before we both got arrested or even killed. As I was looking around the arena I saw the Warden as well as those two cons we stole the smokes from last month.


Harry:  Man, It’s mighty dark and dusty in this old shed. Hey, Steve, look over there. What’s that big fancy wheel with all the fancy



Steve: I don’t know . Let’s check it out.


Harry:  Wow, this thing is cool, Steve. It looks like some kind of antique car. It has two seats, a lever and a dash that’s all lit up.


Narrator:  Steve and Harvey get into the seats of the car. Harry can’t resist pushing some buttons on the dash and pushing the lever forward. In a few seconds, the vehicle starts to shake and rattle and all Harry and Steve can see is a swirling kaleidoscope of colors. In a few minutes their vehicle crashes in a farmer’s field.


Steve: What just happened? Where the heck are we?


Harry: Hey, look what it says on the dash. It says location Roswell, New Mexico, year 1947.


Steve: Harry, we just took a trip in a time machine! What luck! Who would’ve thought of a better escape?


Gary: Ha! Ha! I bet the Warden and and Sam and Charles are looking all around the arena for us right now. Ha! Ha!


Steve: I can just see those two guys now. Sam and Charles  running around all over the arena looking for us and the Warden and the  guards chasing after them.


Harry: Meanwhile we’re in a different state fifty years in the past!


Steve: Man, I’m getting pretty hungry. We need to find a truck stop. Maybe if we do some walking around we’ll find a highway.


Harry: Good idea. We’ll wait for a trucker on his way into town.


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Lake Mariposa Chapters 48 to 60

Misty looked up at the sky and saw a quick flash of lightning. She looked up again and could see the Viking god, Thor grasping a large bolt of lightning in his hand and pointing it at her. Misty next heard an enormous clap of thunder. This time when she looked up at the sky she saw Thor racing across the sky holding on to a leash that controlled six rabid silver wolves. The distance between the sky and the ground appeared to be rapidly closing in on her.

Misty’s instinct directed her to run to the next thicket of bush and trees. When she had run about ten yards she was tripped up by some vines hanging on the ground. This caused her to bump her already lacerated head on a large stone further opening the wound. Misty tried to lift her head up to look at the sky but instead she lost consciousness.

As soon as Rick, Gypsy and Sasha started down the trail they thought that Misty had taken, they started calling her name but got no response. Due to the pouring rain they too slipped and slid down the paths into the woods. Rick ran ahead of the others but quickly turned around to see that Gypsy was right behind him. Perhaps the adrenaline rush was providing Gypsy with more athleticism than he normally possessed. After a few minutes they came to the large oak tree where Misty had struck her head. They could see a large blood stain on the tree and could see a puddle of blood diluted by the rain water.

“Misty’s hurt!” Rick yelled to his companions.

“She probably slipped and hit her head against the tree,” said Gypsy.

“Or has been attacked by a wild animal!” said Sasha who was starting to panic.

The group decided to continue searching for Misty by following another path. The path they chose appeared to have some droplets of blood diluted with

rain water giving it a pink washed-out look. The acid that Gypsy had taken was already starting to peak. The trees, bushes and brambles all appeared to have arms that were reaching out to grab him. Gypsy looked up and saw three different Mistys, looking very ghost like in appearance sitting high up in the tall trees. Fortunately for Gypsy he was very experienced with psychedelics having taken around a hundred acid trips. Three of these had been bad trips. He now knew how to use the part of his brain that could distinguish reality from fantasy. The rational part of his mind told him that that there was only one Misty, not three and that she was not a ghost.

Rick pushed through some thick brambles and could see a body lying prone to the ground about ten yards further ahead. “Guys, there’s a body lying face down just up ahead!” yelled Rick as he jogged towards the injured party.
As they all got closer to the body they could tell by the clothing that it was Misty. Rick was the first one to reach her. He began to survey the area as he was taught to do in a first aid course that he had taken at St. John’s Ambulance three months ago. A few seconds later Gypsy and Sasha joined him one on each side of Misty’s prone figure.

Fortunately, by this time, the heavy rain torrent had passed over them and there was now only a slight drizzle. The sun was starting to poke its head through a few clouds. Gypsy went down on one knee to make sure that Misty was breathing. When he heard her breathe, he next felt for her pulse in her carotid artery. Gypsy was greatly relieved to know that Misty was both breathing and that her heart was beating.
At this point Gypsy remembered that he should send someone to get help.
“Sasha, I need you to go find the festival doctor. Tell him that Misty is breathing and has a pulse but she still appears to be unconscious and is bleeding from a head wound,” he told her.

Rick and Gypsy both started asking Misty if she could hear them. They could hear a few moans of pain from Misty. She began to slowly roll over crying out in pain. She looked at her tee shirt and could see that it was covered in blood. The gash in her head was still open, but most of the blood had coagulated by this time. Rick took off his tee shirt and tore a piece off it. He

used the piece of his shirt to tie around Misty’s forehead. It was very likely that Misty had lost a lot of blood from her head injury.

After several minutes passed Sasha arrived with the young doctor. Lloyd was several steps behind, trying to catch up with them. The doctor knelt down beside Misty. He opened his black medical bag and pulled out a slim, black flashlight.

“Hello Misty. I’m Dr. Fields. Would it be okay if I examined you?”

Misty just let out a feeble cry.

“I’ll take that as a “yes,” said Dr. Fields with a smile. At this point it appeared that all Misty could vocalize was moans and grunts. The festival doctor tapped the bottom of Misty’s feet with his flashlight to see if she would respond. She let out another moan that seemed to indicate that she had sensation in her feet.

“I’m going to shine a light in your eyes now Misty. When I move it I want you to try to follow the light with your eyes,” the doctor instructed.
Misty was able to follow the light emanating from the flashlight. Misty then rolled over on her side and began to vomit. Mixed in with the yellowish discharge was bright, red blood encasing a part of a tooth, about a tablespoon’s worth.

“It looks like your sister is going to need to see a dentist after I find out how much damage there is to her head and body. The vomiting could be an indication of a possible concussion. On the other hand it may mean that she is going into shock. Could I borrow your blankets?” asked the doctor.

Fortunately, Sasha had carried their festival blankets with her. By this time Lloyd had pushed past Gypsy and was looking down on his injured daughter. “My God,” he screamed. “Is she going to be all right, doctor?”
Lloyd said this as if he was suffering from a terrible cold. His nose was all bandaged and he was starting to develop black marks under his eyes.

“Yes, I believe there is nothing life threatening in her condition but we are going to need to get your daughter to a hospital as soon as I am finished my preliminary examination. She will need to have some tests done,” answered the doctor. Dr. Fields then carefully untied the makeshift wrapping on Misty’s forehead. He then got some medical supplies from his black bag to help clean out the wound on Misty’s forehead.

“The wound on her forehead is going to require suturing when we get her to the hospital. I am more concerned, however, about the possibility of a concussion or a serious head injury,” said Dr. Fields. “We need to get this girl to a hospital immediately. I am going to call for an ambulance.”

In about twenty minutes an ambulance carrying four paramedics arrived in the woods where Misty lay. During the wait Lloyd, Gypsy, Sasha and Rick all tried to communicate with Misty by asking her questions. All Misty could offer in response was some garbled speech. At one point Lloyd violently confronted Gypsy. Lloyd grabbed Gypsy’s vest and briefly lifted him off the ground.

“This is all your fault you idiot!” yelled Lloyd with his face pressed close to Gypsy’s. “ You gave her that bad acid, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did, but she asked for it, man. I didn’t stuff the acid down her throat. Misty told me that she was eighteen and that makes her an adult, old enough to make her own decisions. And by the way, the acid wasn’t bad. I took some myself,” Gypsy shot back giving Lloyd a shove.

At this point Rick got between the two angry men. “Take it easy guys. This isn’t going to help Misty,” Rick said firmly.

Lloyd backed off and Gypsy moved away from him.

“Yeah, cool out guys. I have my hands full with one medical emergency already. I don’t need you guys shedding more blood,” added Dr. Fields.
When the paramedics started unpacking their medical bags Dr. Fields briefed

them on what had happened and his assessment of Misty’s present medical condition.

“The patient needs to be taken to the hospital immediately. She will need some scans of her brain. I believe that this girl suffered a concussion. I just pray there isn’t a more serious brain injury,” reported Dr. Fields.

The paramedics carefully loaded Misty into the ambulance by placing her on a stretcher. One of the paramedics asked Lloyd, “Are you the girl’s daughter?

“Yes,” Lloyd replied.

“We’re going to be taking your daughter to Winnipeg General Hospital. You can meet us there,” said the lead paramedic.

“We’ll go get my van and we’ll meet you guys at the hospital,” said Lloyd. After jogging to the van Lloyd opened the doors for Rick and Sasha.

“Can I come along with you guys?” asked Gypsy.

“No. If you really want to be helpful, man, just stay out of my daughter’s life,” Lloyd snapped.

Gypsy got the message loud and clear and walked away from the van.

“Lloyd, it might be better if I drive. You must still be feeling quite a bit of pain,” Rick offered.

“Thanks Rick. I probably shouldn’t be driving right now. I’m too upset about what happened to Misty,” said Lloyd gratefully. “If you and Sasha weren’t technically still on your first date I would say that you’d make a great son-in-law.”

After Lloyd said this they all broke out in laughter. It was a great release for their collective built up stress, anxiety and fear. However, for Lloyd the

laughter also increased the pain coming from his broken nose.

“I’m really scared, guys. The only speech from Misty was gibberish,” said Lloyd.

“We all are. All we can do now is wait,” said Rick, choking back tears.

“We could pray for her,” said Sasha. “I believe in God and you told me that you do too Rick.”

“I’m kind of an agnostic myself,” Lloyd offered, but I’d be more than willing to pray for Misty to get better.

“I’d like to, too,” said Rick.

“We’re all in agreement then,” said Sasha hopefully. “ Dad, pull over to the side of the road and we’ll all say a quick prayer for Misty. I know how to pray for healing. I’ve heard my mom pray for people to get healed many times.”

Lloyd pulled the van over to the side of the highway.

“First let’s all hold hands,” said Sasha taking the lead. “We need to all be in agreement when we pray. Okay, I’ll start praying,”Heavenly father, we hold up our sister, Misty to you. We ask you to pour your great love and compassion upon her. It says in your Word that ‘By His stripes we are healed.’ We ask you now to say the Word so that Misty will be healed. I know that physical healing is part of the atonement so we ask that you supernaturally restore Misty to full health. We ask this in total faith and agreement. In Jesus name, Amen.”

Lloyd and Rick both said, ‘Amen’ in unison.

“Wow, where did you learn to pray like that, Sasha?” asked her dad.

“ From watching Mom. She’s also taken me to some charismatic healing

services,” Sasha.

“What’s a charismatic healing service?” asked Rick.

“Let’ all get back in the van and I’ll explain it,” said Sasha.

They all got back I the van with Rick once again moving into the driver’s seat. For a few minutes there was silence and a strange feeling of peace in the van.

The passengers in the van were silent for a good ten minutes. Finally, Rick spoke up,” Sasha, you were saying some thing about some kind of healing prayer meetings. And what was the word you used, charismatic?”

“Yeah, my mom took me to a few meetings like that in California,” answered Sasha.

“So what happens in these meetings, exactly?” asked Rick.

“Well, it’s kind of hard to explain if you haven’t been to one or are not familiar with The Bible, but I”ll do my best to explain it,” replied Misty. She was actually grateful to talk about anything and stop worrying about Misty for a few minutes.

“Well, these healing meetings can either take place in a church or someone’s home or really anywhere for that matter. Usually the evening will start with a praise and worship band performing choruses or spiritual songs. The congregation will either dance, clap, sing a long or just sit and pray while this is going on. Then the pastor or spiritual leader will give the message for the evening. The message can go on from ten minutes to two hours depending upon the preacher and the move of The Spirit,” Sasha explained.

“The Spirit, what kind of Spirit?” asked Rick.

“The Holy Spirit. Like I said I’d have to go into a whole bunch of background

teaching before any of this made sense to you. It would be a lot easier to explain if we were actually in a charismatic healing prayer service right now,” answered Sasha.

“Well, okay. Let’s forget about The Holy Spirit for now. What happens after the preacher finishes the message?” asked Rick.

“Then the preacher or spiritual leader will usually ask the congregation if anyone needs prayer. He will ask people to come to the front of the sanctuary to get prayer.

“Wow, the more you talk about this Sasha the weirder it sounds,” said Rick.

Sasha laughed after Rick said this. “Well, you’re right. It does sound pretty weird until you’ve been to a few healing services, Rick.”

“How does the preacher know that a specific person in the congregation has a specific illness and what is a ‘word of knowledge’?” asked Rick. At this point he was trying very hard to understand what Sasha was telling him, even though he was completely baffled. Sasha answered a few more of Rick’s questions and then asked him to just have faith.

After about a forty minute ride Lloyd’s van arrived at the Winnipeg General Hospital’s parking lot. Lloyd, Rick and Sasha all rushed to the area marked Emergency. They could see an ambulance pull in as they got to the hospital’s entrance doors. They notified the receptionist that they were there for Misty. The hospital receptionist told them that Misty had been admitted about ten minutes ago and she would get a doctor to talk to them once he knew what Misty’s condition was. She asked them to have a seat in the waiting room.
Rick nervously started looking for something to read on the magazine table. He selected a recent issue of Sports Illustrated. Lloyd and Sasha opted to skip trying to read. They both just sat and waited nervously. There were about ten people in the waiting room. Some of them looked like they had been waiting a long time. Rick offered to get the others a coffee from the vending machines in the hall.

After approximately one hour’s wait a doctor walked into the waiting room and asked if he could speak to Misty’s father.

“Good evening sir. I’m Doctor Pauls. I have examined your daughter and have sent her for a brain scan. We were able to suture the wound to her head, but I am concerned about Misty’s garbled speech. We are checking for a possible brain injury. Could I ask you a question, sir?”

“Of course. Is Misty going to be all right, doctor?” asked Lloyd with a worried look on his face.

“We’ll know more after the brain scan. Try not to worry. Did your daughter take any drugs when you were at the rock festival?” asked Dr. Pauls.

“She took some bad acid,” Lloyd replied.
“LSD?” asked the doctor.


“Do you recall the time that she ingested the LSD?” asked Dr. Pauls.

“It was probably early this afternoon. Some creep she met at the festival gave it to her,” Lloyd answered.

“The reason I am asking is that the LSD may account for some of the symptoms your daughter is presenting. It appears that she may still be experiencing hallucinations,” explained the doctor.

“Well, an acid trip can last up to twelve hours,” said Lloyd speaking as one who should know. Lloyd had tried acid a few times in his life but didn’t really like the drug’s strong effects. It had made him paranoid. Lloyd much preferred the milder, mellowing effects of smoking marijuana.

“In approximately one more hour we should have the results from her brain scan. Don’t worry. I have assigned a nurse to sit in a chair beside Misty’s bed

to monitor her condition. I instructed her that if there is any change in Misty’s condition to alert me immediately. Why don’t you go to the cafeteria to get a coffee and I will give you an update you in about an hour,” said Dr. Pauls with a calm, reassuring tone to his voice.

“Thank you doctor. We’ll be back in the waiting room in about forty-five minutes,” Lloyd said.

While the doctor was talking to her father Sasha had gone to the nearest pay phone in the lobby of the hospital. She called her mother, Sheila’s, number.
Her mother picked up the phone on the second ring.

“Hi, honey. How are you enjoying your vacation so far?” asked Sheila.

“Well, it hasn’t been boring. I can say that much. Look, Mom the reason I’m calling is that Misty is in the hospital right now,” said Sasha with a quiver in her voice.

“Oh, my God, what happened to her?” asked Sheila sounding like she was choking on her words. Sheila was just about to go out to a Bible study.

“Misty had an accident. She slipped and fell and hit her head on a rock. The doctor was able to sew up the wound to her head but he is still keeping her under observation as he fears there may be some complications,” Sasha said checking to see if her father was still talking to the doctor.

“What kind of complications?”

“Well, Misty has been speaking in gibberish and appears to be hallucinating,” answered Sasha.

“Where were you guys when this happened?” asked Sheila beginning to sound very agitated.

“We have been at The Lake Mariposa outdoor rock festival for the past two

days. Dad took us,” said Sasha.

“Did Misty take any drugs when she was at the festival?” asked her mom.

“She smoked some weed but I think that a guy she met at the festival gave her some acid. The acid may have been contaminated,” said Sasha.

“So what’s happening right now?” asked her mom standing up now and beginning to pace while talking on the phone to her daughter.

“Well, Dad is talking to Misty’s doctor right now. I’m sure he’s getting an update on her condition.

“Look Sasha. I’m going to quickly drive to my Bible study where I have some great prayer warriors that can start praying for Misty. And Sasha. I want you to call me as soon as you get further updates on Misty’s condition.”

“I will Mom. I’m going to give you the phone number for Winnipeg General Hospital Emergency. I’m sure that Dad and I are going to be here for most of the night. I love you, Mom.” Sasha began to sob.

When Sasha had finished her phone call she saw her father walking away from the doctor. They met Rick in the waiting room.

“What did the doctor say about Misty?” asked Rick.

“Well, he doesn’t know very much yet. He said that he should get the result of the brain scan in about an hour and then he would be able to tell us more,” Lloyd answered.

“Did the doctor say that Misty would be all right?” asked Sasha.

“ He couldn’t answer that yet but he did ask if Misty took any drugs at the festival. He also said that when Misty tried to talk her speech was garbled and that concerned him,” Lloyd replied.

“I phoned Mom,” said Sasha.

“That’s who I thought you would be talking to,” said Lloyd. “So what did your mother have to say?”

“She said that she was going to her Bible study and was going to get some people there to pray for Misty. She asked me to call her immediately when we heard anything new about Misty’s condition,” said Sasha.

“Well, your mother has a lot of faith in God and in miracles. And that’s what we need right about now. But I know she’s going to blame me for what happened,” said Lloyd with a sigh.

“She didn’t say anything like that Dad,” said Sasha trying to comfort her father.

“Well, the doctor said that we should all go down to the cafeteria and get a coffee. This was probably be a long night. It’s been so long that we last ate that I’m actually starting to get a bit hungry,” said Lloyd.

“That sounds like a good idea, Lloyd. Sasha, are you getting hungry too?” asked Rick.

“Yes, I am. Plus I want to get out of that hospital waiting room for awhile. I can just feel the pain and anxiety coming from the people there.” Sasha replied.

Lloyd, Sasha and Rick all got themselves a coffee and a sandwich when they got to the hospital cafeteria.

“Well, Rick you’ve sure had some excitement with us this weekend,” said Lloyd.

“That’s for sure. I could do with a little less of an adrenaline buzz the next time I go camping with you guys,” Rick joked.

“ I’m amazed that you would even consider going anywhere with us again,” said Sasha.

“Ah, come on, you guys are already like a second family to me,” Rick said with a smile.

Lloyd was watching the clock in the cafeteria closely. When the forty-five minutes was up Lloyd told the others that it was time to get back to the waiting area of the emergency ward.

The group waited nervously for word from Dr. Pauls. After about ten minutes he arrived.

“Fortunately, I’ve got good news for you. I think Misty is going to be all right. The results of the brain scan came back and nothing abnormal was found. This is a good indication that there won’t be any permanent damage from Misty’s head injury. She did, however, suffer a mild concussion so I would ask that you keep a close eye on her for the next few weeks,” the doctor reported.

“Oh, praise God!” Lloyd said. Lloyd isn’t a Christian but these were the first words to come out of his mouth.

“Praise Jesus!” said Sasha in a loud voice.

“When can she go home?” asked Rick.

“We’ll keep Misty under observation for the rest of the night and the morning but if she remains stable you should be able to pick her up at about two in the afternoon,” Dr. Pauls answered.

“I better call Mom,” said Sasha. Sasha walked the short distance to the pay phone to call her mother.

“Hi, Mom. I’ve got great news. Dr. Pauls said that Misty is probably going to

be all right. He told us that the brain scan did not show any evidence of a permanent brain injury,” said Sasha excitedly.

“Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!” said Sheila almost screaming into the phone. I’ll have to phone all the prayer warriors and thank them for their prayers for Misty’s healing.”

The weekend at Lake Mariposa had been the biggest adventure that Rick had in his eighteen years on this earth. The rest of the summer was anticlimatic in a way. The simmering passion that Rick and Sasha had that weekend began to slowly but steadily decrease as the last weeks of summer came and went. They still had fun and enjoyed each other’s company as the days and weeks of summer passed. They often walked to the downtown library together, listened to Bob Dylan albums and passed quiet summer evenings with Lloyd and Misty in their backyard. On Saturday nights they would often go to River Heights community club to dance and to listen to a local band. They would even go to Memorial Park one or two weekday evenings and hang out with some cool people. But things were changing and Rick knew it. They were no longer lovers. They had become friends. Rick noticed that Sasha was starting to really enjoy talking to other guys at the park. She was starting to talk about returning to California in the fall and how much she missed her mom. Rick could see the writing on the wall. His relationship with Sasha would be over at the end this summer. It was time that he started to make plans for himself for the fall.

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