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CHAPTER FOUR

Of all the invisible commodities of life, what he needed most now was understanding. But where to find it? Who could understand? The whole experience was so bizarre, so surrealistic that he often wondered himself if it had all really happened. How do you get involved in situations totally out of character for you? What is it in us that makes us go beyond the limits of our morality into the undiscovered depths of our unconsciousness?

Tom was definitely not convinced that the whole business was over, Harley’s bravado notwithstanding. No, there was something wrong, terribly wrong, so wrong that it nagged at him like a terrier at a trouser cuff. He couldn’t shake it.

And Harriet. Could he just let the chips fall with her? Could he just dismiss her and their relationship with Harley’s ease?

He put one foot on the bridge railing. The rail was cold under his fingers as he braced himself against the wind. The Pittsburgh sky-line sparkled, one neon maze in the October night. He looked to the left at the traffic pouring into town. He stood there, lost in thoughts of his adolescence. Less than a mile away was the theater he had worked at in high school. He breathed deeply and exhaled twenty years of memories, dates, work, shopping and...security. The simple experience of security.

Where had this “normalcy” gone; and where had the madness begun?