“That's exactly the same thing I  
thought,” I told her, “including the   
'hell' part.”                          
     “Why doesn’t she just buy her way 
out, or walk out of there on her own?” 
     “I’m not really sure,” I said, and
then told her about the bloody bag, and
also about Frankenstein and his two    
evil assistants.                       
     That last part got me skeptical   
again, but that smart-phone, the credit
score, and how it looked so real when  
she talked, especially on that video,  
and I didn’t know what to think        
anymore.                               
     Plus, I don’t know why Beth       
thought it was fake. I know I didn’t   
fake it but arguing about it would be a
total waste of time. Nothing’s gonna   
convince her anyway, until she actually
* sees the Cat talking right in front of   
her, just like she said.               
     As a matter of fact, that’s when  
I’ll also be convinced.                
     I made sure not to tell her any-  
thing about the Cat until after        
Johnson’s visit, Saturday afternoon.   
     Johnson? I’m also having a problem
trying to figure out what to call the  
guy, Johnson or Randy. It’s not that   
big a deal, but keep it in mind, in    
case I switch them around.             
     Confidentially, I like Randy      
better than that old stuffy Johnson    
guy.                                   
     Anyway, I didn't think it’d be a  
good idea to let my probation officer  
think I was crazy, or even just leaning
in that direction.                     



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