Chapter 6
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Saturday -
She's back at the same table, the girl from Tuesday, nearly the same outfit too. A blue blouse this time.
"'Ello, welcome to Kevin's Cafe, may I take your order?"
She looked up at me with a curious gaze.
I twitched my fingers, said nothing.
I threw up again this morning.
It felt worse than before.
"My name is Dora Skirth, and yours is Eddie Brock,"
"The last time I checked," I replied, trying to use humor to tone down my nerves.
"You feel it, don't you?" She asked with almost.... panicked eyes. Quickly regaining her composition, she handed me a business card.
But it had nothing to do with a business.
Dora Skirth, 212-338-2298
When I looked up she was already out the door.
I walked home and, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't throw it away.
The number sat on my table like an omen of Change and it took everything I had not to text it and not to burn it.
I lost.
My phone flipped open without my permission, and I placed in the number while thinking I was an utter dumbass.
Eddie: What do you mean, "You feel it, don't you?" Cause that's hella vague
It didn't take long for a reply
Dora: Come down to the local library at 5 AM, give the man at the desk the card I gave you and tell him that you're the one.
Eddie: I'm the one? What does that even mean
Eddie: And who the fuck is up at 5 AM?
She didn't seem to be replying, so I pet Philip's head and he mourned the weird situation with me.
(Looking back, perhaps the cat was more aware than I)
Well, I didn't have much to lose, if it's truly all a joke I can still grab a book at the library.
(Oh, but the only joke in this equation was I)
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Sunday - 4:55 AM
I got dressed and swallowed down another pill.
I hadn't thrown up yet but I felt queasy and lightheaded.
The library, short but spacious, seemed larger on the inside.
The man at the counter seemed Pakistanian and had a slight accent.
"Uh...." I said while fumbling for the card I'd bent up.
"Here, I'm the person, or one... um." I looked up at the ceiling wondering why I'd even thought that she wasn't pulling a prank.
"Oh, I see, my friend, please come with me." He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"God, you are like him." He told me, almost patronizing.
"Like who?" He gave me a look like I was the idiot. I might have been but, hey, rude.
"You'll see hu- my friend," Was he about to call me human? I mean he's not mistaken but could this get any eerier.
(...)
(My statement, clearly not a challenge, but the universe may have seen it that way)