***KNOCK KNOCK***
Are you kidding me? I just found my lipstick, I’m already late for this concert, and now I have a visitor?
Ok…who am I killing tonight…
***CRRREEEEEEAKKK***
Damn that door is loud…I should probably oil it…I should probably buy some oil…I should probably figure out where to go to buy some oil…
“Hello, Fae,”
…my sister, Florence, could barely get the words out.
“I didn’t think you’d be here.”
Wait, am I not at MY home? Let me sarcastically look behind me before I respond…
“Well, I do live here…for the last ten years, so…”
“I mean, I just…I thought you might be out with Gina.”
“Oh, well…Gina and I broke up…about 2 years ago.”
“It has been a while since I’ve been here.”
That’s right, dear sis. Lower your head in shame…
“Never…you’ve never been here.”
“Fae, I…”
“What do you want? I actually have plans tonight, and I’m already running late.”
“Well, that’s a shocker.”
…This bitch. You know what? I’m not even going to give her the satisfaction of hearing me say it out loud, but she’ll get that I know she’s a bitch by my head tilt and withering stare…
“Something was dropped off at my apartment. It has both of our names on it…I thought, maybe, we could open it together!”
How did I not see that she was hiding a package the size of a shoe box behind her tiny frame? It was considerate of her to bring the package here instead of opening it first…she didn’t even have to bring it over to me, and I wouldn’t have known it even exis…
“Florence, that box doesn’t have a stamp on it.”
“What?”
“Or a return address. Or anything indicating that it was dropped off by a postal worker…UPS, FedEx, or a really strong carrier pigeon.”
Oh, now you’re taking a good look at the box? What if it’s a bomb? What if it has Anthrax in it? I swear, when they cloned you, they gave all your brain cells to me.
“I don’t get it.”
“I do. Whoever dropped off this box…they dropped it off in person. They got into your apartment complex, and left it somewhere they knew you’d find it.”
“Right in front of my door.”
I can’t leave her alone tonight. Maybe Gary wasn’t lying. Maybe we’re both being followed.
Shit, my watch says it’s now 9pm (pretty sure I synced it with my phone this morning)…I definitely missed one of the opening bands.
“Hey, come out with me tonight. I’m seeing this great local band. We’ll get some drinks in us, catch up, and we can tackle the mystery box when we get back. I don’t think it’s a bomb cause you’ve been bouncing that thing around in your car, and it’s still in one piece. I’m pretty sure neither one of us has seen white powder pouring out of it too, right?”
“Um…yeah, right.”
She does not sound so sure about that…but maybe she’s confused by my bioterrorism reference.
“Ok, give me that, and I will put it in this closet behind me to keep little Mally out of it.”
“Mally?”
“Black cat.” Standing behind me always on guard. That’s right, wave buh bye to my precious little man. I miss him so when I leave.
“Let me lock up”
Did I just see a light flash?
“Woah, Fae, I didn’t know you could turn around that fast!”
“I…I thought I saw a flash of lights…headlights, maybe?”
“…do any of these cars look unfamiliar to you?”
“Yeah, but…we’ve had people moving in and out of the neighborhood the last few months. I don’t know my neighbors like I used to.”
“Probably nothing. Just cars driving by.”
“Sure, yeah…this whole box thing has me on edge.”
“Pretty sure you were born on edge.”
Pretty sure I wasn’t born at all.
“Let’s take my car!”
“But your car is so dirty!”
“Can you fit in the passenger seat.”
“…yes?”
“Then, it’s clean enough!”
I take a few seconds to surround my house and Mally in protective white light and good vibes…and then, it’s time to go!
“Oh, I don’t have any cash.”
“I know the guy at the door…and drinks are on me.”
End of Part 2.
