Suddenly I saw Paul drive by.
"They're here!" I exclaimed and chased the car down Pacific Coast Highway.
But I soon lost sight of my old friend from Stony Brook. I walked back,
polished off the cheesecake, and drove Gary back to San Diego.
The next day I returned to Laguna Beach. I decided to wait by a
twenty-four hour banking machine, an appropriate place it seemed
to stalk members of Rama's tribe.
Alexander and Marty soon appeared searching for cash. I was jubilant
to see them. They were wary of me. After a few minutes, though,
they seemed to forget that I was taboo (Rama had put me down at one of the
Centre meetings). They told me when and where the meetings were being held.
They did not tell me what had happened after I left them in Boulder.
The twenty-eight had continued their journey east to Lincoln,
Nebraska, where Rama declared that they should move to whichever
cities they as individuals *saw*. But when it looked like the group
was going to splinter, Rama changed his mind and instructed them
all to move to Laguna Beach, California.
The next week I drove to the Beverly Wilshire in Beverly Hills.
I asked Al, who was now in charge of security, to ask Rama if I could
rejoin the Centre.
I shuffled about nervously.
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