Thirty-Seven: You Pulled Your Pants Down?

The clearing was packed as everyone mingled and ate their body weight. It was amazing to see how much food was laid out and how quickly it all disappeared. You would think wolves were the ones who had four stomachs, not cows.

I had been introduced to so many people that I couldn't keep them straight if my life was at stake. At first, I tried associating a feature they had to their name. Then I tried connecting it to something that they said. Eventually, I stopped trying altogether as dozens of people swarmed me, all eager to shake my hand and introduce themselves.

I had to wonder, just how many of these people knew about my past. Would they look at me differently if they knew that I was deemed clinically insane? Granted, their existence cleared my name, but a reputation based on lies still had the ability to destroy a person.

Maggie and Mr. Miller, who insisted I call him Leo after an awkward encounter at the buffet, sat next to Gabriel and me. It was disappoint