The Meeting
My meeting with Janet was brief, friendly, and maddening.
It was tough on me. I really couldn't let on that I had no memory of whatever I was doing before the break-in, but she somehow needed to know that everything wasn't going as smoothly as it was two weeks ago. Whatever "it" is.
Janet approached me with a kiss on the cheek which was more sisterly than anything else. This was immediately clarified by the few times she referred to herself as my "sister", though I couldn't immediately ascertain if she meant it in the blood sense or in the "we're in this together" sense.
Either way, she knew something was up and arrived with an envelope of cash, a swip card, and a statement: "Tell me you still have the CD."
"Of course I do...you mean *this* one??"
I showed her the one I found in the false bottom of the desk drawer.
"Quit screwing around, Michael."
She told me that the cash and the swipe card were what she was to give me "in case this happened". "This", I assume, is the rather rude intrusion of a couple of weeks ago.
Not sure how she knew of "this" specifically, but she did.
She was very worried that she was followed, so she kept her visit brief. Much more brief than I was hoping, since I wasn't able to gleen too much information from her.
"What's the swipe card for?" I asked her.
She became rather annoyed before giving way to concern and asking if I was sure I was all right. "You're sure you weren't here when this happened?" she asked.
"Nope. I was out. Crazy thing to come home to, let me tell..."
She interrupted me by frantic scribbling on a piece of paper which she ripped out of a notebook with a tortured sound.
"You really need to be more organized, Michael. Go here."
The piece of paper bore an address I was unfamiliar with.
I objected, more to get more information from her than to really express my doubts about the plan, but was again cut off by Janet.
She was stern, exasperated, caring, and sympathetic all at once. She left the apartment but not before turning around and simply saying:
"Do it, Michael."
It was tough on me. I really couldn't let on that I had no memory of whatever I was doing before the break-in, but she somehow needed to know that everything wasn't going as smoothly as it was two weeks ago. Whatever "it" is.
Janet approached me with a kiss on the cheek which was more sisterly than anything else. This was immediately clarified by the few times she referred to herself as my "sister", though I couldn't immediately ascertain if she meant it in the blood sense or in the "we're in this together" sense.
Either way, she knew something was up and arrived with an envelope of cash, a swip card, and a statement: "Tell me you still have the CD."
"Of course I do...you mean *this* one??"
I showed her the one I found in the false bottom of the desk drawer.
"Quit screwing around, Michael."
She told me that the cash and the swipe card were what she was to give me "in case this happened". "This", I assume, is the rather rude intrusion of a couple of weeks ago.
Not sure how she knew of "this" specifically, but she did.
She was very worried that she was followed, so she kept her visit brief. Much more brief than I was hoping, since I wasn't able to gleen too much information from her.
"What's the swipe card for?" I asked her.
She became rather annoyed before giving way to concern and asking if I was sure I was all right. "You're sure you weren't here when this happened?" she asked.
"Nope. I was out. Crazy thing to come home to, let me tell..."
She interrupted me by frantic scribbling on a piece of paper which she ripped out of a notebook with a tortured sound.
"You really need to be more organized, Michael. Go here."
The piece of paper bore an address I was unfamiliar with.
I objected, more to get more information from her than to really express my doubts about the plan, but was again cut off by Janet.
She was stern, exasperated, caring, and sympathetic all at once. She left the apartment but not before turning around and simply saying:
"Do it, Michael."
posted by Dim at 11:37 AM
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