I Feel Awful
January 24th 2012 21:00
As Edith moaned in Picnic at Hanging Rock, I feel awful. Perfectly awful.
When I told Fred I still hadn’t heard from Anastasia, he seemed to think I should just let the matter rest.
“She might think you offering to pay her for photos of the cats is weird,” he said.
Great. “But what about those ads you see in the paper when someone is trying to obtain something and offers to pay costs? What I meant by my text message was that I wouldn’t expect her to send me photos for nothing.”
“That’s offering to pay costs, not for the actual item itself,” said Fred. “While she might not think you are a stalker, if you text her again, she might.”
I haven’t felt this paranoid in ages.
“Maybe I could wait until I speak to Brett first. After all, she asked me to pass a message onto him.”
“He doesn’t need to be reminded that he owes her money. I wouldn’t even bother. After all, she hasn’t said yay or nay as to whether she’s going to keep your details on file in case the cats need to be rehomed so why should you do her any favours?”
I didn’t tell Fred this but Anastasia represents my last and only link to the boys. I want to keep her on side so that I can get updates from time to time on how my husband and his best friend are doing.
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