CHAPTER FIVE Through tightly closed eyelids, Tom saw some light, a good sign. He was not completely blind. He opened his eyes. The clear image of the cloth with the serpent on it was the first thing he saw. He felt relief at not being blind, yet he was angry with himself for taking such a risk. He looked around the room. On the floor of his living room were the burnt-out candles, incense, and empty vial. “It looks like a crack addict lives here. What would Angela think if she saw me now, naked and stoned? He looked for the book, but it was gone. It was not on the coffee table where he left it. Searching for the apartment, he found it sitting on the open windowsill in the kitchen. He assumed he must have put it there when he was wandering around his apartment in a drugged state. Tom reached for the book. A gust of wind sent it flying down to the sidewalk three floors below. Still naked he ran down th...
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