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[idiosyncreant]

Cosmic Questions:

~ Why didn't I make my group stop on the way to OKC for The National Shrine of the Infant Jesus of Prague?
~ Why are there so many old bikers at the Metro Friend of the Library Pre-Sale?
~ For that matter, what are those packs of men? And why must the cute ones all wear shades of gay?


Next on the Menu:

I walk up to the Tour Barn at Shepherd's Cross, where I used to work. A tall, heavy man has come out onto the stoop as we drive up. I wonder what he's there for, idly, and step out of the car as my mother pulls away to park. He seems a bit possessive of the place as I walk toward the door. Is he a new worker here?

“Who are you?”

“...Bethany.”

“Your last name?”

Oh, maybe he knows about me...I still pause, a bit cautious.

“Bethany Powell. Why?”

“Who sent you?”

I'm edging for the door, but he's not letting me pass.

Is he waiting for help with something? Wait, has the place changed hands!? Why is he so territorial?

“I'm just here to see Diane,” I say slowly, feeling out of it. “Is she not here?”

“Oh, come in, Bethany,” Diane calls through the door he's just opened. “These people are just here to do community service.”

 

So...when I ask “why?” about who I am mattering, he's thinking I'm giving him lip. I'm trying to get in the door past him, and he thinks I'm being difficult. Because I'm not signed up for this community service project, but someone's foisting me on him!

Of course he felt bad about it, and I found it funny. Once I was done being a bit wigged out.