To Miss Carson’s
Ms. O’Brien has concurred. Saturday morning I will clean. Seems she is to shop then have lunch /with friends.
‘Not sure I can trust you alone with Jackie, Ryan. He’s locked up but you’re not... and you’re no longer overly adverse to his affinity for you.’
The notion appalls... that left alone with the hermaphrodite Jackie would result in some form of carnal knowledge. But I do not dispute. For some reason I’d rather spend some time with the wise and elderly Miss Carson.
Ms. O’Brien pulls into the driveway, stopping well short of the front door. I sit waiting for her to pop the trunk, suitcase required. Instead she turns and looks at me.
“Well?” the singular word intoned as a query, suggesting I have forgotten something.
“Ah... I’ll... ah... need the suitcase.”
“Yes,
