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rose and stood behind the couch looking over her shoulder. Seliah turned and looked up at him and he saw the sheen of perspiration on her face and the fear in her blue eyes. The room was cool now from the air conditioner and still it hummed away.
    From: Sean Gravas [[email protected]]
    Sent: Thursday, September 22, 2011 2:45 a.m.
    To: Gravas, Seliah
    Subject: Desire for YOU
     
    Dear Seliah,
    I miss you so much I can taste your BREATH and feel your skin and your hair as my fingers stroke through it, yes, the EXACT way your hair feels on the bottoms and sides of my fingers. I can lie in bed for hours and remember things we’ve done, slow motion, every moment replayed like I’m a machine or something and I feel like I’m on FIRE for you . . .
     
    From: Sean Gravas [[email protected]]
    Sent: Saturday, September 24, 2011 5:15 p.m.
    To: Gravas, Seliah
    Subject: HEART
     
    Hey Sel,
    Broke 310 on the bench today. Business is good; very good. Miss you so much sometimes I want to cut my heart OUT just to make it stop aching . . .
     
    From: Sean Gravas [[email protected]]
    Sent: Sunday, September 25, 2011 12:14 a.m.
    To: Gravas, Seliah
    Subject: REASON FOR BEING HERE
     
    My Dearest Seliah,
    It’s beginning to dawn on me what I’m here for, not here in this desert but on the PLANET, and I can’t tell you everything but I must do two things and they are 1) perform GOOD ACTS and 2) DEFEAT the forces of EVIL. This is not a Biblical thing but a practical one. I’m beginning to see that there are actual ways to improve the world we live in. I talk to Joe about this and he agrees. Joe says it’s better to take a journey than make a plan. I’m becoming more clear on the NATURE of my mission.
    I feel a lot of great energy building in me. I think that some of it must be used to help the weak and some of it used to destroy the BAD. More later . . .
    “Who’s Joe?” asked Hood.
    “An Irish priest. He was building a library near Arenal. Sean and him hit it off. They talked and drank a lot. I told you we stayed up late partying one night. There were three Tucson reptile hunters and two American honeymooners, a bunch of German bird-watchers and French butterfly collectors, and Father Joe Leftwich.”
    “How often do you write back to Sean?” asked Hood.
    “Four or five times a day,” said Seliah. “Janet, scroll down to the ‘weirdest thing ever’ message. It’ll be late last month.”
    From: Sean Gravas [[email protected]]
    Sent: Tuesday, September 27, 2011 7:19 p.m.
    To: Gravas, Seliah
    Subject: WEIRDEST thing ever
     
    Dear Seliah,
    I finished up work early today I was heading home and this truck on the road ahead of me hit a dog. Dog went FLYING. The driver didn’t even stop but I did. It was a little black mongrel and she didn’t look busted up but she was just lying there in the desert, breathing hard and BLEEDING from her ears. I took off my shirt and laid her on it and she didn’t do anything but whimper. So I set her on the passenger seat up front of my Range Rover and figured I’d take her to the vet. I drove into town with one hand on her head just petting her real soft and talking to her. I even said a prayer for her, with my hand on her head. And I told her, you may not make it much longer in THIS LIFE but you’ll have another one in HEAVEN if you’ve been a good dog. Like that. It took us a while to get there. Then, when I took my hand off her to make the turn into the vet parking lot, SHE SAT UP! I thought, well, okay, that’s the last of her strength and now she’ll lay down and die, but she shook her whole body like she’d just stepped out of a swimming pool, you know, nose-to-tail, and looked at me with one of those great, doggy, “what are we doing now?” expressions. I mean, there’s BLOOD drops on the windows but she looks just fine. So anyway, was it a miracle? I think that’s entirely possible. Do you? I hope you don’t think I’m NUTS. I am nuts, for YOU! So now I’ve got this