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The garage door slah to rattle the pictures on the walls That was the h, eyes pleading for a taste of the delicacies she could snetically drawn to food, and was an incurable beggar It only worked once in a while, but that was enough for her to keep on trying
This was one of the tiry anymore, and they needonly to set my plate on the floor for Beverly to lick clean Then I turned and walked, tight-shouldered, toAnd if I started, I didn’t knohen I was going to stop
Mo radar was in good form: twenty minutes was exactly the a so mad that I wasn’t fit for human company I wondered, very briefly, whether Sally would have needed twenty minutes, or whether she’d been one of those people who had ten-one in the other direction, and screaot upset I’d never know Sally was gone, and I was living her increasingly confusing life without her
"Yeah?" I called
"I can give you a ride to the shelter if you can be ready to go in five," Mo I hadn’t showered, but there was a shower at the shelter that ere supposed to use after cleaning out the puppy cages I could always volunteer for cage-cleaning duty--so no one sane would refuse to let --and then use that as an excuse to take a shower afterward Shoveling a little shit would be good for me I could use the ti, "Sal--"
The rest of the sentence never came I heard her steps move away from my door after a few minutes had passed, and I turnedout the door
I was lacingwas still sealed in plastic wrap on the kitchen table I swore under e of clothes for afterNot just for the eh that was io to the shelter without my ID, and it was inaround in her office; I could hear herfor whatever it was she needed to start a successful day of volunteer work I grabbed the scissors fro my possessions from their plastic prison
Whatever brand of plastic wrap Syth, and it had been flash-sealed, not taped down I had to practically saw through it in order to create a large enough hole for et my hand inside It was almost funny, in a horrible way The food was easy to access My so-very-dangerous keys and notebook, on the other hand…
My notebook The blood drained from my face, and I ripped the rest of the plastic wrap open without even trying to be delicate about it I’d been carrying my notebook, the one that Dr Morrison insisted I update daily as part ofevery s to be out of my possession for more than an hour or so, I hadn’t seen any reason to varythe day at Sy any prying research rats at Syh hts would be of any interest to anyone but myself and ain intending to proveout of the plastic ith shaking hands and du to stop when pencils and ta away onto the floor My notebook fell out I tossed the bag aside, grabbing the notebook and flipping it open as I scanned for any signs that sohts I’m not quite sure what I expected--an inspection sticker? A receipt from the company scanner?
I know that I didn’t expect what I found Three pages after my notes ended, soe Under that ritten in large block letters:
CALL FOR ANSWERS IF YOU ARE SURE YOU WANT THEM
YOU MAY WANT TO RECONSIDER YOUR DESIRES
KNOWING THE DIRECTION DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO GO
Each letter was large and clear, like whoever left the ned "a friend" I didn’t recognize the handwriting, but that was no real surprise--I rarely saw anything handwritten at Sy was done officially, on co dumbly at the note, which was both evidence that iven that sooing on
"Sal? Are you ready?"
"Co it with s and cra showing that ave Beverly one last pat on the head, and ran for the garage I needed to think about what I was going to do next, and I needed to speak to Nathan But first, I needed to get to work