I hate it, but in a way it’s good, because as soon as my brain is in gear I remember what happened last night. Will got through to me because of Nate, who wants me in the circle. This place has an underground. Who knew? And I’m in it.Suddenly I sit bolt upright: I’d nearly forgotten I have to see Harnett at ten o’clock! I’ll have to keep my euphoria in check.Charles hasn’t gotten out of bed yet, which surprises me considering his past behavior. So I call over to him, “Charles? You awake?”“Yes.” But he doesn’t move. Just lies there, face to the wall.Fine. I get up and grab my shower kit and towel, and then I remember what’s in my pillowcase. And what I have to do with it. I stand there a good thirty seconds or so, trying desperately to think of a way I can keep it and not jeopardize the circle. But I can’t. Not really. Not in this place. So I go back and get it, fold it smaller, and tuck it into my pajama top pocket. Charles is still lying there; hasn’t moved.
