Hang on a minute! It just actually sank in what that guy’s name is… Evil Concarnie… that is just, well, creepy!
A man seemingly stalking me with a name like that? Surely this will not end well. Maybe he is involved in my family’s murder? Maybe he is here to take care of me? But I already had this discussion with myself… surely he would have taken care of me already, if that was indeed his purpose?
He seemed quite calm when I asked him his name at the gym, he did not even flinch. He certianly did not look like he had some evil plan in mind regarding my person. But then again, he would be good at hiding his emotions and motives wouldn’t he? I wish Justin would call.
Agnes calls in the middle of my gardening. It seems her latest book is a sweeping success and she is leaving immediately on a whirlwind worldwide book tour. She apologises for not been able to be there for my wedding. I am slightly dissapointed, but I am also happy for Agnes. I would not want to begrudge her of her happiness. I wish her the best of luck and she promises to send postcards.
Later after aerobics class, I head to the park to play for tips. Justin calls while I am there.
“I found nothing when I ran his name throught the criminal record databases. I thought creative thinking would be prudent with this particular individual so I did other background checks… all came up blank.”
“What do you mean, blank?”
“Well, there is alot of things that just don’t add up. He has never payed tax, he has no driver’s licence, he has no bank account, he has no dental records, he has no passport. All I found was a birth certificate and that was where the paper trail ended. It is as if he became invisible after being born, as if he ceased to exist at all.”
“… Oh, like a ghost then… should I worry do you think? I mean his name is Evil Concarnie for goodness sake!”
“Well has he threatened you in any way at all? We can’t really investigate him or even put a tail on him with no concrete leads or evidence… unfortunately.”
“No… that is the thing, he has never threatened me. He even smiled at me when I asked his name. It is like he is toying with me perhaps?”
“Valentia, I wish we could help, but unfortunately with no leads and no evidence our hands are tied at this time. I am sorry.”
“Well, that is not very reassuring, but thanks anyway Justin.”
Seems as if I will have to take matters into my own hands then.
As always, when I am struggling with a mental or emotional issue, I turn to music for some sense of sanity… to refocus on who I am.
Soon it is time for work, and I can no longer think about that. I do really well and I think my boss really likes me because I get promoted to a ‘music talent scout’. On and upwards, as the saying goes.
The next day I am strangely compelled to donate money to charity. Maybe it is guilty feelings because of the stolen grill on my lawn. I forget I am in my underwear, but I feel kind of uneasy when I see a familiar figure in the distance… of course, I pretent not to notice.
Surely I am not been paranoid… he is always there… just, well just there. He certianly does not look blank or invisible to me!
After dinner, I play at the park until sunrise. Yeah, I guess that was nuts, but in the end it paid off, even if I did sleep the whole day(what a rare luxury). I get promoted to ‘lyricisit’.
Christopher and I meet at the Bistro after work, but it’s late as usual so the visit is a short one, but at least we get to spend time together. We discuss our wedding plans. We are still debating where the best place is to have it. Christopher wants it at the falls where I proposed, but I think the beach with the sea as our symphony is a lovely idea.
Anyway, with this promotion I finally have enough money to get that fancy unbreakable loo. Aunt Geraldine used to lament about those annoying cheap toilets and how they always clog. She made me promise that I would buy only the best. Hmm, I think aunt Geraldine had issues perhaps?
It is a family joke about how nanna’s loo got stolen the very night she had bought it, so of course I put preventative measures in place.
Later in the evening when I am playing for tips in the park, my shadow loosens up a bit more.
The next day Christopher and I meet at the library to study together. Of course, we don’t study for very long. Soon we giggling like kids and giving each other the romantic eyeball. Things get pretty hot and heavy… we really need to get this wedding over with soon!
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention, I got another promotion. All that playing in the park surely has paid off. I am now a ‘backup vocalist’. Tonight though I think I will forego the park and have an early night. People haven’t been tipping much at night anyway.
As I lie in bed staring at the house across the road, that VFN Compensator on the drive keeps winking at me. It sure is a nice set of wheels… Oh no you don’t…
I could not help myself. I was ‘compelled’ to nick it. I see why mom enjoyed it so much. What a rush. Proberly that grill on the lawn has dulled my sense of right and wrong. Those people across the road look rich anyway, I am lawn living for goodness sake! They can afford another one.
The next day I resolve to do something important. I have to tell Christopher about my past. I don’t think it would be fair to let him marry me blind when there is this ‘history’ that I have, and possible lurking danger.
We meet at the beach as the sun is setting, maybe the beautiful surrounding will make it easier to let it all out.
I tell him about nanna and how she build up our family from nothing. I tell him about mom and her career choice. I tell him how she had been acting strange in those last few days before it ended. I tell him about the terrible fire, how I lost my family, about the guilt I felt because I was not there to save them.
I feel relieved to be telling him, a weight lifts off my shoulders. I tell him about mom’s final phonecall to 911 and how they never had any suspects, about how I had to go into the witness protection programme until I came of age. I do not tell him about the man, I am not even sure about the man myself. I do not want him to worry.
Christopher listens intently, he does not interupt me, he does not become cold and distant. I see only love and compassion in his eyes. When I have finished and I am out of breathe, he simply holds me. He tells me he loves me, he tells me it doesn’t matter. He assures me that I am safe now.
Christopher gives me a long, slow passionate kiss and then he bids me goodnight. I am too excited to go home and the crashing waves behind me beg me to come closer. I see some fish jumping out the water and I decide to try my luck. I have a lettuce in my backpack that is just dying to be fish fodder.
While I stand watching the waves, I think about everything I said to Christopher. My thoughts go back to my days in foster care and I wonder how my foster family are doing. Then suddenly, I remember something…
… the box. The box that the lawyer gave me before I left… I had completely forgotten about it! It’s in a safe deposit box at City Hall.
I get distracted by a strange thing happening, as I am staring in disgust at the minuteness of this anchovy, I get zapped back home!
The next morning a man gets zapped onto my lot in the same way…
I have my own puzzle to solve this morning however. I head down to City Hall.
I enter the vault room with apprehention, the guard leads me to a cubicle and returns in a moment with the safe deposit box… for now all I can do is stare at it as tears start to flow down my cheeks.