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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 236 of 307 "I had to change the sheets on his bed to make it bearable." "Well, in his defense, he wasn't expecting company." "I know. He's actually a far more tidy person than I had expected." "He's a therapist." "Aren't they usually the most messed up of all of us?" "I don't know about most of them but I do know that Klaus has had his share of problems. That's probably why he majored in psychology." "Looking at his walls, you'd think he majored in religion." Sarah motioned to prints on his walls of crosses, buddhas and numerous hindu gods. The largest print was of Kali, he used to cal her The Dark Mother. The print showed her wearing what looked like a belt of heads. All men with moustaches. You'd think the Indians would avoid the moustaches with iconography like that floating around but they always seemed to wear them. I suddenly felt better with the choice to always run around clean shaven. Who knew, maybe it was the moustaches that annoyed the Dark Mother in the first place. She had eight arms but there was nothing spiderly. In each hand she held something different, a trident, sword, scythe, fire and about anything else you might need to create a little divine chaos. I had to admit that the greeks had nothing on this goddess. She would fit right in on Mt. Olympus. I looked around for anyone |