Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
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"You think I slept with your boyfriend, don't you?"<br />
I put the cigarette down on the concrete. "I did."<br />
"When did you stop thinking that?"<br />
"A minute ago. When you got out of your car and looked at me across the alley over there. You have a<br />
clear conscience."<br />
"I'm sorry I have to tell you what I'm going to tell you. I can shut up if you like."<br />
"No. Don't. I deserve whatever you're going to say."<br />
Two crows landed on the pavement across the street and began cawing wildly at each other. There<br />
were needles and condoms on the alley's paving; late at night, this was the sex trade part of town. Jessica<br />
put her hand on my forearm. "No one deserves this. Heather, here's the deal: your boyfriend came to my<br />
mother about a year ago. He brought this sheet of paper with him. He gave my mom five hundred bucks<br />
and told her that if he ever went missing, then she should contact you and tell you these things as if he'd<br />
spoken to you from the dead - or from wherever it is he's gone to. He wanted you to be happy."<br />
I sucked in air as if punched. It's the only way to describe it.<br />
"And so my mom did that with you - she saw the story in the North Shore News that he had gone<br />
missing - "<br />
"Jason. His name was Jason."<br />
"Sorry. That Jason had gone missing. She called me at work yesterday and told me what she was up to,<br />
and I drove to her place and really lashed into her."<br />
I'd seen the fight. I trusted this woman.<br />
"My mom told me how she wasn't answering your calls. She has call display and can count every time<br />
you phoned. She's sneaky. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was milking you. And she was<br />
going to milk you dry. She has you pegged for another ten grand."<br />
I stared at the ground. Jessica said, "Smoke your cigarette."<br />
So we sat there and smoked. Her coworkers filed in, and she waved to them, and there was nothing<br />
really out of the ordinary about two women smoking together outside a workplace on a cold clear<br />
Canadian October day in the year 2002.<br />
"What did Jason ever get into that'd make him think he might disappear some day?"<br />
"I don't know."<br />
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