Long Life and TelepathyChapter 23
Loni and I sat on my rock and watched a storm march across the desert valley. The sun was setting, and the sunset was fighting a losing battle with the storm. It wasn't cold, but it was chilly. We wore jackets. Mine was leather, the jacket I'd worn while riding the Harley from Houston to Gold Canyon. Loni's was a designer jacket, a Geiger of Austria walk jacket, she'd told me. She wore a matching beret. She looked adorable. "The art of giving that you talk about," Loni said, "has to...