NOTHING HAPPENS FOR ALMOST A WEEK AFTER I GET BACK and then, in less than twenty-four hours, there are twenty-one emails from Dolores in my professional email inbox at my agency. Some of the subject lines are: Hello, Its [sic.] just me!, At last [sic.] let me know if your [sic.] alive, I cant [sic.] believe it and Read this 1 before the last 1 PLS!!!! [sic. sic. sic.]
I fire my remote Mexican assistant for not monitoring my professional email account diligently enough. I don’t spend a lot of energy on trying to figure out how she got my email address. I’m no match for an eager young woman who grew up thinking psychopathic behaviour such as stalking is nothing more than your right to keep in touch.
I’m alarmed by how much such a little thing disturbs me. It’s as if something has entered m
