Saturday, April 07, 2007



In a dorm-like room, Sheri and Rose are visiting me and insist on using my hair dryer for something--even after the deadline has passed. So afterwards, they also involve me in an elaborate scheme in which to cover up the hair dryer use--which involves the hair dryer and using it more!! They leave to go to their rooms… but they plan on being back.

I’m up and a little panicked so I start making the bed to keep myself occupied. One of those RA’s come in and starts chatting with me. He picks up my hairdryer and starts using it. I’m real self-conscious and try to pretend that nothing happened previously. I say, “hey, is that your hairdryer?”

He puts it down on the bureau, taken apart, as if it had been a gun, and gives me a supreme look of catching someone in a heinous crime. I know I’m done for. His attorney comes in and drafts something against me --and since I’d done nothing but let Sheri and Rose use the hairdryer-- it was for Aiding and Abetting. That’s what I was charged with. Still a felony.

They leave my room and I consider going a few doors down to my lawyer, David. But by now, it’s past 11 pm so I decide to wait until tomorrow.

So I put all the dryer pieces out in the hall by my door and close it. Once Sheri and Rose come back (if they do tonight) they can guess what happened. Whether they came back or not, I don’t know. They didn’t know or anything.


David (my lawyer) must have been visiting with me in my room. He was chatty, going on about learning how to make a particular kind of seaweed soup from a now-dead-but-still-revered Japanese chef he used to study under. And so I offered him a bowl of noodle soup I’d made from scratch, following a recipe I’d found.

He tasted it and was very surprised by its deceased master would have been proud of the dish. David gave me permission to make this dish as often as I like. He then left the room.

~visited with Sheri + Rose last night @ Tea Lounge and they were determined about talking me into staying in Brattleboro and not moving to Montpelier.
~the lawyer “David” was very muck like the lawyer Joe who spoke at the BACLT workshop last month
~his apprenticeship reminded me of an essay I’d read about a similar thing with a master of Japanese soba
~last night I read court documents charging the aid of helping to purchase large quantities of marijuana. The actual purchaser pled out


Somphone and I are walking down Elliot Street. He’s spying on a house at the park. He ends up stabbing a man to death. He has to climb over fences and through houses to avoid being seen. We go into the backyard of one of the houses and see an old woman there--someone who normally comes into the bookstore.

Can we ask you a question, I say. She shrugs. She’s folding laundry. What’s going on with the house across the street? You don’t want to know what’s going on there, she replies. That’s the end of our conversation.

Somphone and I have had such a great time hanging out--we’ve been catching up and now we’re going to go downtown, maybe to McNeil’s for a beer.

I guess we just missed the Alumni Parade that was happening as we walked up and down Elliot Street and kept missing McNeil’s. It’s funny, is all. Our brains are distracted.

At some point, S becomes DL. And a couple of times we pop into my house, which is in FL and used during the day as a Dr’s office. he was about to close up though. He asked me if I’d found a job yet to where I was moving to. I said I had some pretty strong leads. And we both complained about the lengthy application for the job he’d recommended me for with his firm. He’s kindly and he cares and looks after me. I’m for sure moving though, and it’s dependent upon getting a job.

DL is talking to Chris Z. & LK about his decision to follow me wherever I am--to live alone and leave his old life behind. I feel like I’ve come home now, he says about being with me. No one argues. I’m the sort that will let anyone come along as long as they want to. And a part of me feels the same way he does. He knows, because I’ve told him, that my husband (DB) is still home and living with me. Somphone knows this also. And yet it doesn’t seem to matter. I am contemplating telling DL that I no longer have sexual feelings for him, but I keep waiting for “the right time”.

~my impending move to Montpelier
~that lengthy application to Entergy


big friendly, mean white dog
Christol babysitting
the lesser of two crimes


DB’s dad is Archer Mayor. We’d been visiting his parents, for his brother Jon’s birthday party. As DB was packing upstairs, Archer put on his coat and knapsack and went outside. He returned back in and threw the knapsack into the hall closet as DB was packing up. I knew Archer knew that I saw him do it. We come down and almost leave, but I mention the knapsack to DB. And so with the excuse of checking around one more time, he goes upstairs. I have to covertly try to guide him to the correct closet door--there are so many.

His dad’s getting suspicious about our poking around. I go up there to help DB. Now Archer’s getting more suspicious. We can’t find the knapsack. Whatever, I say. It’s just a backpack. It’s what’s indie it that we wanted, the key to the estate--a big plastic thing that looked almost like a throwing star/cigar cutter with a very sharp blade on it. I’d seen Archer’s assistant with one.

We make to leave without it and say our goodbyes. As we were pulling out of the lot, DB’s parents come outside. They’re not wearing anything to protect them against the heavy, blinding snowfall. They throw the knapsack that we’d been looking for onto the roof rack of our car. It’s a sort of unspoken acknowledgement.

What are they going to do now, I ask.

They’ll keep running, he said. His parents are fugitives from the FBI. And they have to keep running. In tossing that bag up there, they basically gave him the keys and left him in charge of the estate--DB already has a big mansion of his own.

There was another weird interesting dream before this with me and DB. But I can’t remember it now.

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