days. You never know what’s going through their heads.”
“Okay Rena, now you just sound like a crazy person.” I rest my head on the headrest and close my eyes. “Damn, those frozen accounts are going to bite us in the ass.”
“Maybe not. Laura was just burned out of her home. She’s probably with family right now; she isn’t paying for a thing. I bet she hasn’t even used her debit card yet. Plus it’s Saturday, she’s not checking her stocks. No, everything will be fine until tomorrow. As soon as we get to Baton Rouge, we’ll check into our hotel, I’ll go to their business center, log into my job’s portal and unfreeze her accounts.”
I don’t know … I’m feeling some kind of way about this. This entire thing is imploding right before us and I really do think the best thing to do is to let Malcolm handle this. If we head back to Boston, he’ll fix everything, clean it up and no one will ever know about my indiscretion. I so want to tell Rena that right now.
“Don’t worry about the accounts.” Rena says. “Laura’s probably lost everything in that fire. She’s running around right now trying to salvage her life, dealing with her insurance company, getting in contact with family and telling them she’s okay. She hasn’t even thought about those accounts. As a matter of fact, she hasn’t used her bank card because they were probably burned in the fire!” Rena smiles. “Yes, exactly! Everyone is footing her bills right now, if she needs anything. It’ll be fine.”
“But the last time I talked to Malcolm he said that no one could find her. She could still be out there roaming the streets and if she is, she’ll need money.”
“Oh please! Laura Rossi is not roaming the streets. Believe me, she’s with a friend and her bank accounts are the furthest thing from her mind.”
Laura
12:30 a.m.
To Do List:
Catch a flight to Hilton Head.
Meet with Danielle.
Receive my book advance.
Publish my diary.
Mani-Pedi.
Dear Danielle,
Oh you just should have been there! It was so funny! I hope I can capture the entire scene with words (see I’m a bit of a book-girl myself, I’m a writer). By the way, I’m in bed at my hotel writing this and someone has just banged on the wall because I’m laughing so hard. But this story is hysterical!
I went to see Friend right after I ended my letter to you. I just called Friend and said ‘meet me outside in twenty minutes’. Anyways, when I got there Friend looked at me like they had seen a ghost. (Ah, ah, ah, I know you were expecting me to say he or she , but that would take the fun out of things. I want you to know how it feels to not be able to trust the very people you call family; the very people you call friends. Who’s about to betray you Danielle? Who’s about to help me with this? Who? Maybe you’ll find out or maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll live your entire life in fear of someone close to you, having no problem betraying you.)
I’m going to recount the conversation word for word, something I’m good at, which is why my diary will be a bestseller; I remember everything.
“Yes, it’s me, Laura Rossi.” I said to Friend with a smile, when they appeared outside. I’ve been saying that greeting to people for years. I like to say it because it rhymes. Every morning I’d say it to Malcolm when he was seated in the kitchen eating bacon and drinking coffee before work. I left a Lithium pill and a water glass on the bedside table. Did you take it? He’d say without looking up from his cell phone. When I was younger, I’d wake up in the morning before school, enter the kitchen and say it to my family.
“Okay Rena, now you just sound like a crazy person.” I rest my head on the headrest and close my eyes. “Damn, those frozen accounts are going to bite us in the ass.”
“Maybe not. Laura was just burned out of her home. She’s probably with family right now; she isn’t paying for a thing. I bet she hasn’t even used her debit card yet. Plus it’s Saturday, she’s not checking her stocks. No, everything will be fine until tomorrow. As soon as we get to Baton Rouge, we’ll check into our hotel, I’ll go to their business center, log into my job’s portal and unfreeze her accounts.”
I don’t know … I’m feeling some kind of way about this. This entire thing is imploding right before us and I really do think the best thing to do is to let Malcolm handle this. If we head back to Boston, he’ll fix everything, clean it up and no one will ever know about my indiscretion. I so want to tell Rena that right now.
“Don’t worry about the accounts.” Rena says. “Laura’s probably lost everything in that fire. She’s running around right now trying to salvage her life, dealing with her insurance company, getting in contact with family and telling them she’s okay. She hasn’t even thought about those accounts. As a matter of fact, she hasn’t used her bank card because they were probably burned in the fire!” Rena smiles. “Yes, exactly! Everyone is footing her bills right now, if she needs anything. It’ll be fine.”
“But the last time I talked to Malcolm he said that no one could find her. She could still be out there roaming the streets and if she is, she’ll need money.”
“Oh please! Laura Rossi is not roaming the streets. Believe me, she’s with a friend and her bank accounts are the furthest thing from her mind.”
Laura
12:30 a.m.
To Do List:
Catch a flight to Hilton Head.
Meet with Danielle.
Receive my book advance.
Publish my diary.
Mani-Pedi.
Dear Danielle,
Oh you just should have been there! It was so funny! I hope I can capture the entire scene with words (see I’m a bit of a book-girl myself, I’m a writer). By the way, I’m in bed at my hotel writing this and someone has just banged on the wall because I’m laughing so hard. But this story is hysterical!
I went to see Friend right after I ended my letter to you. I just called Friend and said ‘meet me outside in twenty minutes’. Anyways, when I got there Friend looked at me like they had seen a ghost. (Ah, ah, ah, I know you were expecting me to say he or she , but that would take the fun out of things. I want you to know how it feels to not be able to trust the very people you call family; the very people you call friends. Who’s about to betray you Danielle? Who’s about to help me with this? Who? Maybe you’ll find out or maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll live your entire life in fear of someone close to you, having no problem betraying you.)
I’m going to recount the conversation word for word, something I’m good at, which is why my diary will be a bestseller; I remember everything.
“Yes, it’s me, Laura Rossi.” I said to Friend with a smile, when they appeared outside. I’ve been saying that greeting to people for years. I like to say it because it rhymes. Every morning I’d say it to Malcolm when he was seated in the kitchen eating bacon and drinking coffee before work. I left a Lithium pill and a water glass on the bedside table. Did you take it? He’d say without looking up from his cell phone. When I was younger, I’d wake up in the morning before school, enter the kitchen and say it to my family.
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