It was a groggy yet dazzling awakening for Rock. Though he immediately detected a sense that his privacy had been breached, he remembered that moments earlier he learned his house had belonged to Thomas Wolfe and that his back bedroom had remained perfectly unchanged from Wolfe's literary heyday.
In fact, Rock had watched as a man interviewed the caretakers of Wolfe's estate, which was one and the same as Rock's, or else overlapped it in every detail. At first, Rock was concerned someone might report on the general messiness of the room, but his brief worry was overridden by mystery and joy. Also, he was pleased to know Jo and Pam were now parts of the story.
Rock later remembered that his first thought revolved around a digital television antenna pressed against a window of the cold, dark bedroom once inhabited by Thomas Wolfe. Surely it did not conform with historical accuracy. Of course it didn't.
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