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ANNA
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SUNDAY, AUGUST 18, 2013
MORNING
For some reason, the whole thing seems very funny all of a sudden. Poor
fat Rachel standing in my garden, all red and sweaty, telling me we need
to go. We need to go.
“Where are we going?” I ask her when I stop laughing, and she just
looks at me, blank, lost for words. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Evie squirms and complains and I put her back down. My skin still feels
hot and tender from where I scrubbed myself in the shower this morning;
the inside of my mouth, my cheeks, my tongue, they feel bitten.
“When will he be back?” she asks me.
“Not for a while yet, I shouldn’t think.”
I’ve no idea when he’ll be back, in fact. Sometimes he can spend
whole days at the climbing wall. Or I thought he spent whole days at the
climbing wall. Now I don’t know.
I do know that he’s taken the gym bag; it can’t be long before he
discovers that the phone is gone.
I was thinking of taking Evie and going to my sister’s for a while, but
the phone is troubling me. What if someone finds it? There are workers
on this stretch of track all the time; one of them might find it and hand it
in to the police. It has my fingerprints on it.
Then I was thinking that perhaps it wouldn’t be all that difficult to get
it back, but I’d have to wait until nighttime so no one would see me.
I’m aware that Rachel is still talking, she’s asking me questions. I
haven’t been listening to her. I feel so tired.
“Anna,” she says, coming closer to me, those intense dark eyes
searching mine. “Have you ever met any of them?”
“Met who?”