ART writes-- Adam had disappeared in early November. It was a fairly dry winter that year, for which we were glad, because we believed that he was out in it somewhere. Christmas was dismal. We spent it at Gary and Rhonda's in Seattle and everyone missed Adam. Our last entry, in BOOK ONE of this document, was in January. We posted it on Adam's web-site and wondered if there would ever be any more to write about our son. In the middle of that same month, during a heavy snowstorm one Monday evening the telephone rang. I was reaching to take the phone when Elaine raced past me and grabbed it, saying, "Adam! Adam, it's you, isn't it?" I thought she had gone crazy from grief, but she was right. She had somehow KNOWN from the first ring that it was Adam calling. Woman's intuition, telepathy, who knows? I grabbed the other telephone and heard our son's familiar voice saying, "...no, I'm okay, Mom, really! Not dead, not me, okay?" I joined in. "Adam! It really IS you!" "Yes--Hi, Art!--yes! Jeez, I'm glad to hear your voices!" Elaine was sobbing, but hanging on, "Oh Addy, we were so worried for you...it's been so long!" "Yeah, well, I was worried for me too for a while there, I was hurt pretty bad. But I'm all healed and healthy again-- well, hah! more than healthy, you should see me." "Oh, we WANT to see you! We were afraid we never would again!" "I know and I'm sorry you had to wait so long to hear from me, but it's been literally impossible to call you until this very moment. There's absolutely no telecommunications where I've been --I've just hiked out, borrowing someone's cell phone right now. Oh, by the way...am I, uh, wanted for murder?" "What? Oh no, NO! Peter Sinsley didn't die and besides Melly swore in court that it was HIM who tried to murder YOU, that you were the innocent victim. You're all clear with the law. You can come home!" "Jeez, wish I could, but can't just yet. Actually, all I can do right now is make this call to let you know not to worry. I've got a commitment for about three-four more months which I have to honor first. Then I'll come home, I promise." "Where ARE you? What's going ON? And where have you BEEN for the last two and a half months?" That was me, trying to get some hard data. "I'm in the Cascade Mountains, that's all I can say right now, I'm sort of sworn to secrecy. As for where I've been: well, can't you guess?" Both Elaine and I said it: "You found the sasquatches!" "They found me." We talked for about 15 minutes, he gave us a sketchy outline of what he had been experiencing, but it is too good a story to relate what he told us in those few minutes over the telephone. We told him that everyone here was all right--especially now! But that Melly had taken his "death?" very hard, blamed herself. She was also certain that if/when Adam DID come back, he could never forgive her. Adam said there was nothing to forgive her for, he knew that it was all Peter's fault, not hers. "Addy, will you call her too and tell her that?" Elaine asked. There was a long pause, then a decisive answer. "No, I'd just fall in love with her voice and I can't start feeling anything for her right now. But if she really needs to be forgiven, she IS. You can tell her that for me. And that...well, that I still love her too. I really want to see her when I do come home." Adam said that he had been obliged to spend at least half a year with the sasquatches, to which he had agreed. He had already been with them for 3 months by then, so he hoped to return to us in the middle of May. Then he laughed, said "how weird it feels to suddenly be locked into a NokhSo time-frame again!" Then said goodbye and our son's voice was gone from us again. Elaine was going to call Melly immediately, but the phone rang again first. It was Melly. "I've been trying to call you, but couldn't get through...that was Addy, wasn't it?" All these intuitive women, my God. of the story Adam out of Eden
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