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213 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 19, 2014
Though the light next to me remains green, a black Lincoln pulls up and stops. The passenger door opens, and a large man in a suit steps out. At first, I think maybe he just has some gold to sell, but he seems pretty focused on me. The world is really sucking at the whole leaving me alone thing lately.
“Ms. Babinaux will see you now,” he says.
Now, I have no idea who Ms. Babinaux is. Seems to be of French descent. That’s all I’ve got. My guess, of course, is that she has something to do with one of the groups slash cults that Glenn mentioned, though how they might know about me and my seizures, I couldn’t say. Still, my instincts say it’s best not to tip off my knowledge or lack thereof. I’m guessing they already know the French part, anyway.
“I assume she’s in back,” I say.
He tilts his head forward to say yes.
“Well, if she has eyes, I’m sure she will see me,” I say.
I give a mock wave and smile at the general vicinity of the backseat of the car.
“Here I am. It’s me!” I say in a squeaky voice.
The guy snorts and then laughs. At first I think this is some form of sarcasm, but no. It’s real laughter.
“Are you new at this?” I say. “Cause stoicism is like 50% of your job description. You’re supposed to look imposing and be stoic. That’s it. And you’re totally effing it up.”
“Just get in,” he says, opening the door.