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" Back at the restaurant, all my past problems seem so meaningless. I look at Blythe now, and I can&amp;#039;t remember what I saw in her. To me, she&amp;#039;s just a big phony. The typical superficial L.A. chick, who only cares about what&amp;#039;s best for herself. Our relationship has become very cool and professional \u2014 almost overnight. All we talk is business, not an ounce of small talk. It&amp;#039;s as if we never shared an intimate moment in our lives.  Isn&amp;#039;t it weird how when you break up, you become total strangers with the person you once &amp;quot;loved&amp;quot;? Blythe might as well be just some random chick I work with. It&amp;#039;s like we had no past. All those promises, all those hopes and dreams and little, late-night whispers in each others&amp;#039; ears \u2014 disappeared like they never happened.  After work, I go home and do massive amounts of Internet research on this Charlie dude. Surprisingly there&amp;#039;s very little written about him, just an article in a Prescott, Arizona, newspaper about how his conviction for tax evasion was overturned. The article called him a &amp;quot;self-proclaimed spiritual leader of a small group of devotees known as The Light.&amp;quot;  Mom knew very little about his teachings, only that he considered himself a reincarnation of some Ancient Greek philosopher and apparently spoke Greek in a trance, while he channeled this guy&amp;#039;s voice. Sounded incredibly hokey, and it made no sense to me why this guy would have a hold on Becks. My sister was the most grounded person I knew.  &amp;quot;Maybe your father didn&amp;#039;t give her enough hugs,&amp;quot; Mom said.  Anyway, Mom alerted the feds, who had helped her locate Becky the first time she up and disappeared, but this time they said there was little they could do. What Charlie was doing was perfectly legal. People in this country have the right to practice whatever religion they please. This time, the feds had no idea where Charlie was practicing. They had heard somewhere in Nevada, but they weren&amp;#039;t positive and not legally permitted to share that information.  &amp;quot;What does Becky see in this guy?&amp;quot; I asked Mom.  &amp;quot;He makes her feel whole. That&amp;#039;s what she told me. She says he gives her a sense of purpose. I don&amp;#039;t understand it. I worry about the kids.&amp;quot;  I felt my heart skip a beat. &amp;quot;There&amp;#039;s not some sort of crazy incest thing going on, is there?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;No \u2014 not that I know of. But kids are so impressionable at that age. Who knows what crazy stuff they pump into their brains.&amp;quot;  I hadn&amp;#039;t even thought about the kids. All this time, I just worried about Becky. Now it was imperative to me that she be rescued, if not for her well-being, then at least for that of the kids. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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