--continuing--
In the previous installment I had just left Mahasraya and fled to Nitai dasi's apartment with my son, Lakshmana. I was enjoying the relative peace of Nitai's home and trying to figure out what to do next. I knew when her husband returned I would need a place to stay in the long term. I had left a note for Mahasraya and at some point
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