“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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