Time for a nap?

The Dagger of Heaven at the End of Time -12-
by SammyC
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After a convivial farewell dinner in Georgia & Eric’s home, Alvin took his leave, saying he needed to rise early the next morning and get everything ready for our train trip.

We had just had a delicious meal of Blinkbird Fricassee, served over mashed tubers of some kind and a colorful three-bean salad. Eric’s cooking skills far outmatched those of Langston’s tribe, and we suffered from our attempts to stifle satisfying burps. Georgia ushered us into an adjoining room where she served us some fruity-tasting wine to help in the digestion of our sweet feast...