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#ABPOS The Thinner Soul, Chp. 25
Jeff- We'd already booked our flights back to the west coast. I'd considered Ketly's perspective, and she saw speaking to people from the old neighborhood the way to unlock the puzzle. I didn't think any of the same folks were still there, or would have much insight on Ted Dunbar, but we had two completely different frequencies on the matter. I thought Ketly's way offered the most possibilities, whereas mine harbored the most complexities. I did still feel a pull towards the reader, so I found my way back to the gallery. There was no competition on my thoughts, and so I walked straight up to the door to the small and overcrowded space with dim lighting, lots of plants, and a gentle sprinkle of Native American flute that had a mesmerizing effect on the senses. When I stuck my head in, she was sitting in the corner of the room with her back to the door. I assumed she was in meditation, although she hadn't decided to break or hang a sign. It told me that it was okay to disturb, and I did.
"I never got your name." I spoke to her back.
"Hi there. It's Monica. Monica Shepherd." She spoke at first without a single move, then slowly untangled and detached herself from her quiet, and walked toward me.
"Still curious about you and the Dunbars?" Her question was calm and inviting. I suspected she had thought about my inquiries. She didn't appear overly happy to see me, but she also didn't seem as aloof as before.
"I have a question about the name of my grandfather. He's a Dunbar. All I have is the name he went by, and it leads nowhere." She'd taken her seat at her table, and I'd followed. She continued to arrange and rearrange the memorabilia she had positioned there, but I wasn't sure there was any real significance to any of it. I studied her quietly, and I was intrigued to hear her poetic dialect. I wanted to know if I would get more dubious and ambiguous feedback, or if she had a less ethereal bone within her.
"So you've been disconnected from your heritage. I see. What connection might you have to the name Dorsey Dunbar?"
"Dorsey? What about that name? That name belongs to my grandmother." I was stunned and my attention suddenly fixated on the name Shepherd. I wasn't sure what to make of the correlations, but it all of a sudden made me take note of the opened door. I felt like we'd crossed a bridge in my search, but it was all hinged on what was to come.
"Dorsey Dunbar is also the name of a slave owner. He wrote his slaves into his family tree, and petitioned for them to have the name as a starting point after the civil war; making them the Black Dunbars not just a passive hint to the record of slavery but rather a monument of sorts."
"What are the chances this is real?"
"The chances are very stable. That's the only way you could have become a Black Dunbar."
"I think it's the connection I've been looking for."
"You're a takedown. It's a protective standard that appears to hinder rather than promote. Undoubtedly, the original Dunbars are with The Most High God. It's his playbook. Look for the hidden promotion, and you'll know everything you need to know." At the start of her beginning to move her belongings around again, I knew she was emptied and I collected myself, paid, and exited back through the gallery. The moment I had reentered the light of day, I realized that life was always in front and not behind. Everything that had come to a pause, began to breathe again, and my life was no longer encapsulated.
#ABPOS The Thinner Soul, Chp. 26
Reece- Radiance had given me the name of the man in my dream. She'd spoken to Eaton, and knew who he was. I'd searched the name, and it was certainly the same man I'd seen. It was spooky too, but it had brought us closer to finding Eaton, so I let my horror go. I thought about making my approach, but I knew if it was that vital, it would just put me in Eaton's position. I had no desire to join him or to trade places with him in such a place.
I needed more insight into who these people were, and how Eaton had been connected. I also needed something to anchor my approach, and to leverage whatever threat I was willing to make. Just like a movie unfolding, Sam had supplied both.
To my disbelief Unger was a family associate to the Simpletons. In fact he owned 15% of the Simpleton and Fisher company. With Palmer Simpleton gone it wasn't clear what all the stakes were. Sam being independent meant he was fickle on knowing whether the relationship was static, or a viable way to resolve Eaton's predicament. Though Sam was no stranger to Unger, and he was known to be a savvy Simpleton. There was only one person who could make a better approach, and that was Cassie.
Sam had stayed up with me two nights in a row, and he'd decided we would reach up. She was younger, but she had been in line over Rick to continue the Simpleton legacy, and surely could give a better assessment on Unger. It was no small decision, and it was mostly connected to the way I had described my dream. There was a serious threatening feeling that it had left with me, that Sam could feel and was willing to bet on.
A Better Pair of Shoes “The Thinner Soul”, a novel
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